"Which family donated this anklet?" Horrace lit a cigarette, his deep eyes still studying the anklet in the catalog.

"The Hills family. It's supposedly Madam Hills's work, with rubies they recently acquired at an auction."

Olivia's heart was still racing, not just because this was the most Horrace had ever spoken to her in private, but also because she thought he'd just complimented her fair feet.

"Madam Hills?" Horrace recalled who she was—a wealthy designer whose works ...