Ana's POV
Part of their family? I thought to myself. Morris had never mentioned having a design prodigy among his relatives.
Yolanda's smile was warm as she looked at me.
"You'll discover that soon enough."
I decided not to press further.
I'd made the choice to skip my wheelchair today. Some walking would help my recovery, even though I couldn't stay on my feet too long.
After wandering briefly, Yolanda led me to a nearby chair.
"Ana, rest here a minute. I just noticed someone I know and want to go say hi. I'll be back shortly."
"Okay," I said quietly.
After Yolanda walked away, I massaged my ankle while my eyes wandered to the crown on display.
Honestly, the jewelry next to it caught my attention more—a collection of pearl hair ornaments.
The pieces were expertly crafted from lustrous, fine pearls using intricate techniques, merging romantic flair with classic beauty to achieve something both distinctive and elegant.
The sharp tap of heels broke my concentration.
