Two years ago
Vivienne was younger, but her smug expression was the same as always. She sat in a cold little cottage with a fire crackling in the hearth. The smell of damp wood filled the air.
Delphine sat beside her, stiff and quiet.
Madame Mireille paced across the room with her sharp eyes fixed on both girls. "Your target is bigger this time. A young baron. He is into paintings. The plan is simple. One of you will play the role of a widowed lady, meet him at his favorite gallery, and gain his trust. Or maybe his balls. Then rob him. They say his mother's necklace is worth a fortune. A rare black diamond. Do you think you can handle the job, Delphine?"
Delphine straightened her back. "Yes. I can."
