The necklace had a silver gleam and a brooch-like pendant with a snowflake. The round lavalière clearly had something inside it—possibly a picture. Faustina did not check or opened it, however. Due to her respect for the duke.
She had been twirling the necklace for a while, slipping it on her finger, gliding gently like a snake slithering across the ground. The duke told her when she arrives at the capital, particularly the restaurant, the lead will come to her. Though she had been observing for an hour or two regarding whether or which would be the possible 'lead' or 'clue,' or even the mere sight of Owen. She was worried, of course, having her first assignment. She knew she must carry it to completion.
