Kiara strutted over, picked up the vase with two fingers like it was a cheap flea market find, and examined it with a sneer.
"Wow, Therese. You really went all out with the appearances. Even your high-end knockoffs are almost believable."
But just as she was basking in her own sarcasm, the lawyer frowned and stepped closer. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, leaning in as if preparing to inspect the vase more closely.
Without warning, Kiara raised her hand. With a swift motion, she crashed the vase onto the floor. The sound of it shattering echoed through the room, the priceless 16th-century porcelain reduced to mere shards.
I stood frozen. My brain just blanked.
Even Oliver flinched, clearly not expecting that.
He spun on her, stunned. "Kiara, are you insane? Even if it was fake, that thing still cost money!"
Of course, she instantly turned on the waterworks.
Lip trembling and voice quivering, Kiara replied, "Sir Oliver, I just thought if Therese can't pay you back, I'd help you vent a little by smashing one of her fake antiques. Why are you yelling at me?"