**Victoria's Point Of View**
I stared at the set of jewelleries Massimo gave me a few days after the incident at my company. Frank was nowhere to be found, and Massimo had told to just forget about him. That he was handled.
What if he wasn't kidding? What if he actually made me jewellery from Frank's hands?
That's impossible. But the word impossible is steep when it comes to Massimo. He can do more than half of what normal people can't do. But he's sweet on me, so I couldn't find it in myself to trust the darker thoughts.
The darker voices telling me Massimo was more than just a rich man. And he was, but he definitely wasn't a sicko.
I liked the jewellery. They were creative. Beautiful.
If I wanted to go gothic, these would be fantastic. The texture. It's almost like they're made
