Oh. My. God. It’s a jewellery store. Keep your cool, Fawn. I stop midstride. “A jewellery store?” I touch the diamond-encrusted butterfly pendant around my neck, the strategically set spotlights overhead dancing inside the facets. “I have this. I don’t need an—” Then it hits me, but I’m too dazed to speak. I find myself walking with his assistance to a private room behind the fireplace.
