think… I think this belongs to you.” As she spoke, she stepped back slightly, allowing me to see what she was wearing. My heart stopped. She was draped in a pale blue gown, the fabric shimmering in the afternoon sun, its surface dotted with familiar, delicate pearls.
At first, my mind tried to protect me. I told myself it was just a coincidence, a similar style from a popular designer. But then my gaze drifted to the left shoulder. There, stitched in a slightly uneven pattern, were the pearls I
