The Missing Heirloom
she entered the ballroom, Emily scanned the room for Thomas. She spotted him standing by the bar, sipping a glass of champagne. Emily took a deep breath and made her way over to Thomas. She t
into a story. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone, Emily. I just needed the money. I've been in financial trouble for a while now, and I saw the necklace as a way out." Emily felt a wave of disappointment wash over her. She had always thought of Thomas as a responsible and trustworthy member of their family. "How could you do this, Thomas?" Emily asked, trying to keep her voice steady. "That necklace is a part of our family's history." Thomas looked down at his feet, shame written all over his face. "I know, Emily. And I'm sorry. I really am." Emily sighed and rubbed her temples. She didn't know what to do. Part of her wanted to turn Thomas in and let him face the consequences of his
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