“Don’t you have something better? Emerald is so last season,” Chloe muttered, flicking the expensive necklace like it offended her.

The jeweler hesitated, rubbing his jaw. “These pieces are trending right now, ma’am. They would suit you beautifully.”

It wasn’t what he wanted to say. But selling to Chloe meant swallowing pride.

“Unique,” Cassandra said, lifting the diamond choker with a tilt of her head. “You need something that drowns out the whispers, darling. Something that says ‘I earned this’… loudly.”

“Absolutely,” Susan added, her eyes flicking to Chloe’s neck. “Emeralds aren’t trending. They’re so… predictable. You should stand out, not blend in with the divorcée crowd.”

Chloe rolled her...