She walked into the villa, her bag in hand.
The entire family of four was gathered in the living room. The coffee table was piled high with expensive gift boxes, all clearly from Matthew. A flamboyant ruby necklace was already fastened around Queena’s neck.
Teresa was smiling as she admired it. “Matthew has such excellent taste. Queena, your skin is so fair and your aura so elegant. This ruby necklace is the perfect match for you.”
“Matthew knew I loved rubies, so he bought it for me at an auction,” Queena said, feigning shyness.
“The last time Matthew visited, he brought Queena a diamond bracelet. Now this ruby necklace. He’s so thoughtful,” George said with a satisfied nod.
“That’s because our Queena is so lovable,” Jacob Spencer teased with a grin. “The line of men waiting to give her gifts probably stretches from Istra all the way to Vorn.”
“Jacob!” Queena stomped her foot, pretending to be annoyed.
The family was enjoying a moment of perfect harmony, a moment that Yvonne’s sudden return seemed to shatter. The smiles on George and Jacob’s faces vanished instantly. Teresa glanced at her but said nothing.
Queena ostentatiously touched the ruby necklace at her throat. “Yvonne, where have you been? You’re so late. Matthew was just here with presents. If you had come back a little earlier, you would have seen him.”
With that, she picked up a plainly wrapped black box from the table and handed it to Yvonne. “This is from Matthew for you. See if you like it.”
Yvonne slowly unwrapped the box. Inside was a pair of mediocre pearl earrings. Tucked into the box was a receipt from the jewelry store, but the earrings weren’t listed on it.
Ah, she thought. A freebie.

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