Darius’s pov
“So, what do you think about this dress?” Sara asked me and I looked at her.
“Take off, you can’t pull off that color,” I said looking at the purple dress she was wearing.
“Really? You are right, I am more of a red girl,” she said and went to the bathroom to change.
She came out shortly with a grin on her face and looked at me.
She was hiding something behind her, she then showed me her hand.
“Is this for me?” she asked holding Tamara’s necklace.
I took it out of her hand and then into my pocket.
“If you want a necklace I will happily give you my card to buy as many as you want.
But don’t touch this one ever again,” I said firmly to her.
She looked at me and then at my pockets as if she suspected something.
“Whose necklace is that?” she asked me, and I sig
