Sallie's POV
Draven looked frantic when Jill's careful, anxious voice cut through the tension. "Maybe there's been a misunderstanding, Sallie? Draven explained to me that when he originally created this necklace, he intended it as a present for his future bride."
Draven seemed to grab onto this lifeline, quickly seizing what felt like the perfect justification for breaking his promise. "Exactly. I crafted this necklace exclusively for my future wife.
"Sallie, you might have given the necklace its name, but it was always meant for Jill.
Jill endured eighteen years of hardship in your position. You don't have any claim to fight her for this."
Every word pierced my heart like sharp pins, one by one, draining the color from my lips. Yet strangely, the pain in my chest felt duller now.
"You're absolutely right, Draven," I said. "I don't have any claim to compete with Ms. Noah for it. So I won't linger here making you both uncomfortable. Kat I go now?"
