Chapter 13

"No, it's fine." Chelsey had loved the design of that particular necklace when coming up with it. The Vashmir sapphire had been extremely rare, and the client had provided it. It was probably worth millions in the market.

She hadn't expected it to be a gift from Lucas to Shannon.

Shannon acted like the realization had just dawned on her. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I forgot that you probably wouldn't have anywhere to wear the necklace even if I were to give it to you. It's not like Lucas will bring you with him to any functions. After all, you're just … a caregiver!"

She emphasized the word caregiver to aggravate Chelsey.

Chelsey suppressed the urge to rip that smug look off her face and turned to head to the restroom. The bitchy vibes in the banquet hall were too strong; she was afraid she'd lose control and scream bloody murder at Shannon.

After entering the restroom, Chelsey put the bag with the oil paints on the counter.

Shannon soon joined her. She stood beside Chelsey while slowly w