Goodbye, My Love

Blinded by rage and envy, Colette was far from her sensible self. No matter the reality of the situation, she clung to her claim like a lifebuoy, determined to save face before the crowd.

Loraine, unfazed by their theatrics, retaliated with a hard-hitting fact.

“The Stellar Galaxy is a masterpiece adorned with the finest

Cartier diamonds, fashioned into stars that emit a soft, natural glow.

Marina, would you say the necklace you’re wearing meets that description?”

Marina, shocked into silence, found herself unable to respond. The gathered elites, no strangers to subtleties, took note of Marina’s apparent discomfort, their disdainful eyes drifting from her to

Colette.

end, Colette allowed her feelings to boil over and persisted in her allegations, “Loraine, the liar here is you! Everyone knows Marco bought the necklace, and it’s more likely he gifted it to his sister rather

her, “True, I purchased the necklace, but Marina isn’t the recipient.

Si it

voice, and there was Marco, sauntering casually

understated black suit, his striking features betraying no emotion, instantly captivating the elegant women

Angela’s Library

destination was clear:

her, his voice gentle, “Loraine, I intended to bring you this wine earlier, but I was waylaid by a few shareholders. I apologize for the delay and for leaving

his words with a nod, her attention

gentleman, slightly balding with a rotund figure. His eyes were

Jefferson Foster, a shareholder from