That wedding was something I had spent ten years building for Sabina, piece by piece, detail by detail.
Every flower, every decoration—I had spent six months crafting them by hand.
Sabina knew full well that it was our dream wedding.
And she was handing it to her student?
I drew a long breath, forcing down the pain.
"Fine. Whatever. Just send my things back. Especially the bracelet in the safe."
The manager sounded even more bewildered.
"But the bride already took the bracelet from the safe. She said it was her dowry—a gift for the groom."
My skull rang like a bell had been struck inside it.
I hung up immediately and called Sabina. Over and over.
Every call was rejected. It wasn't until the eighteenth attempt that she finally picked up.
Her voice carried a weary, irritated edge.
"Didn't I already tell you? Don't contact me right now. I need to focus on playing the part with Eustace. I was just chatting with his parents and you nearly blew my cover."
My throat locked shut. I managed to force the words out.
"Sabina—did you take my bracelet?"
She paused for a second, then laughed.