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Arielle's POV.

Malicious thoughts cruised through my mind as I stormed down the corridor that led to the kitchen.

I clenched my jaw so tight that I nearly popped them. I was very angry but I knew it wasn't Damien's fault. It was the way everything had been presented to him.

It was all Cecilia's plans. I knew her end goal was for me and Damien to have a fall out but she was wrong. I couldn't bring myself to hate Damien, even if I wanted to.

Her plan had failed long before she even thought of hatching them— and now I was going to end it but first I had to figure out how she got that cursed jewelry into my apron.

I didn't know how she had even pulled it. We had all moved out of the kitchen— No.

I paused in the hallway as my thoughts realigned. We didn't all leave together. I left first and others joined in seconds later.

Maybe, Cecilia had one of the guards or maids on her side place the jewelry in my apron— Yes, that was it.