Chapter 118

KATE'S POV

"I haven't the faintest idea where my brooch could be," I said and began to pace.

"Then why don't you go find out? And while you're at it, please check my jewelry box for mine. My brother will be back, and when he does come back, I want to shove it up his face for having the gall to come speak to me in such a rude manner because of some damned brooch."

I stopped pacin and looked at her, “But you really don’t know where it is?” I asked, surprised,

“Do I look like I give a damn about such a thing? If my dearest brother hadn’t made his way to Africa in search of me, I’d be gazing at giraffes and having the time of my life. I don’t care about a damned brooch.”

“So what would happen if you can’t find yours ? What if Paris comes back?”