Jade’s pov
I sat down on the grass and looked up at the sky.
I looked at the necklace in my hand, and I just found myself sobbing.
Why am I even crying? What was I expecting?
My own mother always treated me like I was second best, actually third.
What was I expecting from other people?
What was I expecting from my sister’s mate.
I grapped my chest, I don’t understand why it hurts so much.
He is no one to me, so why does it matter?
Of course, he bought his mate a necklace.
And I am not a child anymore to compare. Why should I care that hers is a lot better than mine?
Why should I care that mine looks like the cheaper version compared to hers.
I touched the one that Tommy bought for me. He is the only one who doesn’t treat me like I am second best.
Why does the universe
