Seeing Through Their Stone Hearts
Language: en
I was the true daughter of the Parker jewelry dynasty. The moment I stepped inside the house, my mother pressed two bangles into the hands of myself and the other girl, the one they had raised. “Rory, you are my own flesh and blood.” “Evie, I raised you from a baby.” “We expect you both to live in peace. Your father and I promise, absolutely no favoritism!” The Parker assumed I was some ignorant hick from the backwoods. They thought I wouldn’t know the difference between the Flame Emerald Opal Bangle they gave Evie—valued at three million dollars—and the cheap glass knock-off they slipped…