A gold locket.
A gold locket.
Victoria’s breath caught in her throat.
She knew that locket. It had belonged to her mother, Eleanor. The same delicate gold chain with the small heart-shaped locket that her mother never took off. Victoria had watched them bury her mother wearing it three years ago — or at least, that’s what she had told everyone.
Her heart started pounding.
After the ceremony, during the reception, Victoria couldn’t stop staring at the locket every time Lily passed by. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. While Alexander was talking to some guests, Victoria walked straight up to the little girl, grabbed her by the shoulders, and yanked the necklace off. The chain snapped.
Lily stumbled back, clutching her throat as tears filled her eyes.
“That’s mine!” Victoria snapped, her voice sharp. “You stole it!”
The little girl looked up at her, confused and scared.
“No… she gave it to me.”
Victoria froze.
Before she could respond, Alexander appeared beside them.
“What’s going on?” he asked, looking between his new wife and the crying child.
Victoria held up the locket. “She stole this from me. It was my mother’s.”
Alexander looked at Lily, then back at Victoria. His voice was calm but serious.
“Your mother died three years ago,” he said quietly. “If this was hers… how did this little girl get it?”
Lily wiped her tears and whispered, “She gave it to me.”
The entire room seemed to go still.
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Alexander turned to Victoria, his expression unreadable.
“Open it.”
