(Author's POV)
"A bracelet?" Sienna's voice was cool, almost amused. "What kind?"
"Gold. With diamonds. From Harrington's."
A pause. Then a short, dismissive sound. "Martha. Harrington's is a mid-tier chain. Their pieces are fine for a certain kind of person, but I'm going to be photographed at this wedding by every major society outlet in the city. A bracelet from Harrington's would be noticed for the wrong reasons."
"I thought -"
"You thought wrong." Sienna's voice sharpened. "I need you to understand something. Your role in my life is very specific. You are Aurora's nominal mother. That is useful to me in certain ways. But you are not my family, and you are not someone I bring into my social world. Don't call me like this again."
The line went dead.
Martha stood on the pavement w
