Arielle's POV.
Malicious thoughts cruised through my mind as I stormed down the corridor that led to the kitchen.
I clenched my jaw so tight that I nearly popped them. I was very angry but I knew it wasn't Damien's fault. It was the way everything had been presented to him.
It was all Cecilia's plans. I knew her end goal was for me and Damien to have a fall out but she was wrong. I couldn't bring myself to hate Damien, even if I wanted to.
Her plan had failed long before she even thought of hatching them— and now I was going to end it but first I had to figure out how she got that cursed jewelry into my apron.
I didn't know how she had even pulled it. We had all moved out of the kitchen— No.
I paused in the hallway as my thoughts realigned. We didn't all leave together. I left first and others joined in seconds later.
Maybe, Cecilia had one of the guards or maids on her side place the jewelry in my apron— Yes, that was it.
