Katelyn’s POV

Derek’s expression twisted into open disgust.

“You’ve always had your eye on that necklace,” he said coldly, “Don’t act like you didn’t want to have it for yourself. You just couldn’t stand that you're from a poor family.”

His voice grated on my nerves, the smugness in his tone sharper than a blade. I turned to face him fully, anger simmering beneath my calm exterior.

I looked him dead in the eye. “You think I care about that necklace?”

Scarlett stepped ...