"What what?" Yvette was startled by his sudden change in voice. He sounded rather urgent and shocked than surprised.
"Where did this come from?" Irvyn asked again, his eyes glued towards her neck. Or more like, towards the shiny pearl necklace.
"From your drawers," Aunt Suzy responded to him. "Nothing gains you by keeping this locked up in there, young master."
"But it was…"
"I know, it was for Miss Chloe, but you never gave it to her, right? And doesn't look like you will either, if I am a bit bold here. And look how nice it fits Yve and looks beautiful with her outfit, right?"
