"I'll give you a few days to think about it." Cassandra didn’t know when she ended up next to her, but she somehow managed to press the embroidered box into Charlotte's hands. "My number's inside. If you end up turning me down, just take the pendant back to the Hawthorne family."
Before Charlotte could say anything, Cassandra had already left the private room in a hurry.
Charlotte stood there, stunned, staring at the ornate box in her hands with a complicated mess of emotions swirling inside.
Outside the door.
Cassandra’s head was slightly lowered as she gently touched the rare blue diamond on her ring finger, a slight curve tugging at her lips—a smile that spoke of a desperate gamble—as she turned and walked away.
Ms. Hooper, I’m putting all my faith in you… please don’t
