Three years may not seem long, but that time span could really change a person’s heart completely. It didn't seem that long, but it was enough for him to bring me shame I’d carry for life.
Biting my tongue, the sharp pain brought a fleeting clarity. I shakily removed the necklace from my neck and held it in my palm.
“Gabriel, you recognize the veil is personally commissioned and designed by your uncle. Then you should recognize my necklace as well.”
This necklace—was the one I wore the day I was released from prison, when I returned home from the Prince Family’s estate, my face covered in dirt and shame.
When Zachary came to my house to propose, he personally brought the betrothal gifts, claiming they included a family heirloom passed down in the Prince Family to the rightful wife of the family head.
Sure enough, Gabriel recognized it instantly. He snatched it from me, examined it closely, then hurled the necklace in my face.
"Nora, I really underestimated you. You even managed to make a fake look this convincing.
"The real necklace is with my uncle. Not even my father is qualified to inherit it. So tell me—where did you copy this from?"