“Exactly,” Carly said, playing the victim. “Because she ripped it off my neck to hurt me.”

Flávia didn’t even glance in her direction when she spoke to me.

“I’ll have the clasp repaired. This necklace was mine, and it has priceless value—not just because of the cost, but because it’s a family heirloom.”

“I’m… really sorry for the damage,” I apologized immediately.

“Don’t apologize, my love. It really wasn’t suitable for tonight anyway. I’ll get it fixed, but ...