Racheal stood in front of the mirror. The dress she had chosen—a sleek, form-fitting black gown—clung to her like a second skin, accentuating her curves with an understated elegance.

She fastened a delicate necklace around her neck, its thin chain catching the light as she adjusted it in place, a perfect match to the glittering earrings that now dangled from her ears.

Tonight, she was attending a prestigious jewelry auction, hosted by one of the most renowned stores in the country, and she had to look the part.

Her fingers paused mid-adjustment as her phone buzzed insistently on the dresser. She glanced over and saw the familiar name “Uncle Clark”...