"Lily Shaw, what the hell did you do to me?" Stella Lowell, following everyone's gaze, instinctively reached up to touch her neck, only to have her hand slapped away by her mother, Megan Shepherd, who looked utterly shocked. Megan let out a low, anxious hiss: "Stella, don't touch it!"
If it had just been the other ladies looking at her like she was a freak, Stella Lowell would've brushed it off. But when even her own mother reacted like this, even someone as poised as her couldn't help but feel a flicker of anxiety. What on earth was wrong with the diamond necklace she'd spent a fortune on? Why did everyone's glance at her look so damn terrifying?
"Lily Shaw, what did you pour on me?"
