Vivienne folded her arms and let out a light laugh. "Is it really that hard to figure out? I want you gone from Jasper's life. Completely. Stop clinging to him."
"You've got it backwards," Hilda said. "You'd be better off warning Jasper. He's the one who's married. Tell him to stop clinging to me."
Vivienne's eyes went wide, her voice turning shrill. "That's a lie!"
"I noticed you a while ago, actually. You were at the terrace too, weren't you? You saw exactly what Jasper and I were doing. Did you not understand?"
"That phone call you made was just you trying to win him back, wasn't it?"
Her gaze dropped to the necklace at Hilda's throat. It looked expensive. She assumed Jasper had given it to her. Her hand shot out, clawing toward Hilda's neck.
Hilda flinched, clutching the pendant. "What are you doing?!"
This necklace was a wedding gift Grandma had saved her entire life to buy. One for Hilda, one for Jasper. It was the only thing Grandma had left behind.
"Let me give you some advice, Hilda. What isn't yours will never be yours."
Vivienne lunged for the necklace without another word. In the struggle, Hilda was shoved toward the edge of the stairwell.