At Stella's words, Cousin Milo's pupils constricted, and a flash of panic crossed his face.
He averted his gaze, avoiding eye contact with Stella and looking down at his phone instead.
Her uncle looked at Stella and frowned. "What bracelet?"
"So, you didn't come to return the bracelet," Stella murmured under her breath.
"What are you even talking about? None of this makes any sense." Annoyance crept onto their grandmother's face as she turned to her own daughter. "Ruby, has your daughter lost her mind?"
Quinn Sterling walked over to Stella and put an arm around her shoulder, whispering, "Don't say such things."
She turned to her mother with a smile. "Stella wasn't talking about you."
Stella stared at her, calling out softly, "Mom?"
Quinn Sterling shook her head, her voice laced with resignation. "Can't you be a little more considerate? Don't make things so difficult for me."
A flicker of disbelief crossed Stella's eyes.
