Then the ballroom suddenly fell silent.
Richard Kensington had arrived.
The seventy-two-year-old billionaire owner of Whitmore Telecommunications entered with his sister Eleanor and security personnel behind him.
Daniel rushed to him.
Daniel hurried to him.
“Mr. Kensington,” he said breathlessly. “It is a great honor to have you here tonight.”
Richard politely shook his hand.
Then he asked a simple question.
« I was told you brought your wife with you. »
Daniel stiffened.
« Yes, sir. She’s somewhere nearby. She’s not particularly used to these kinds of events. »
Reluctantly, he gestured for me to come forward.
I slowly walked towards her.
And the moment Richard Kensington saw the necklace around my neck…
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Richard Kensington held his breath.
For a moment, nobody moved.
His eyes were fixed on the small silver half-sun pendant that rested on my collarbone. Then his face changed in a way I didn’t understand. The powerful billionaire, the man everyone in that ballroom feared, suddenly seemed broken.
« Where did you get that? » he whispered.
Daniel laughed nervously.
« It’s just an old necklace, sir. My wife wears sentimental things. »
But Richard didn’t even look at him.
His sister Eleanor stepped closer, her hand quickly coming to her mouth.
“Richard,” she breathed. “The other half.”
With trembling hands, Richard reached under his
With trembling hands, Richard reached under his tuxedo shirt and pulled out a matching pendant. It was also a half-sun—but turned in the opposite direction. When he held it next to mine, the two pieces matched perfectly.
A gasp went through the ballroom.
My knees almost gave way.
Thirty years earlier, Richard’s young daughter had disappeared after a fire destroyed part of the family estate. Everyone believed she was dead. Only one thing was never found: the silver necklace her mother had put on her the night before the fire.
Richard’s voice broke.
