Sharron's POV

I felt petrified for no reason and shrugged awkwardly,  psychoanalyzing  myself critically.

"No!" I exclaimed as realization struck me apparently. My necklace is gone. "What the hell" I snapped sadly and rushed outta the dance floor. I tried to get the whole thing but ended up with a massive gruesome expression. That was fucking odd.

For real, my necklace is gone? No it can't just vanished away like that.

"Miss!" My guards called in unison. I turned to face them and sighed ghastly.

"You alright?" They asked.

"My necklace is missing."

"What?" They echoed loudly.

"I can't believe it. Oh no..."

"We're extremely sorry. Maybe we, go search...