“Miss… the master has been searching for you for twenty years.”
A cold wave washed over me.
“What are you talking about?”
Before he could answer, I heard a click behind the showroom.
A door I hadn’t noticed before unlocked.
Then it slowly swung open.
The man who stepped inside didn’t belong in a place like this.
He wore a dark, perfectly tailored coat. His silver hair was combed neatly back, his posture straight despite his age. Two younger men in suits stood behind him, but he raised a hand, stopping them at the threshold.
His eyes locked onto the necklace.
Then onto me.
For a long moment, he said nothing.
Then, in a voice thick with emotion, he whispered, “Merinda…”
My chest tightened. “That was my grandmother’s name.”
His expression shattered.
“No,” he said softly. “That was my daughter’s name.”
Everything inside me went still.
“What?”
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