~CAMILLE'S POV~
The bidding starts too quickly.
"Onw million dollars," Theo says smoothly, his hand rising without hesitation.
My head snaps toward him. "Theo, you want the necklace?"
"It's for you." He doesn't look at me. His focus is on the stage, calm, collected, like this is all perfectly normal.
"Theo," I whisper harshly, trying to keep my voice down. "Stop. I don't want want it. I mean it."
He leans in slightly, offering me a soft smile. "It's just a necklace, Camille."
"It's not just anything," I grit, heat rising to my cheeks. "Don't."
Another bid rises across the room, but Theo doesn't flinch. "Two-fifty."
My breath catches. This isn't romantic—it's overwhelming. Embarrassing. I can feel the weight of eyes around us, the hum of murmurs.
I push my chair back sharply, the scrape of it cutting through the noise. I stand up and storm down the aisle, not looking back.
"Camille—wait!" Theo's voice chases after me, but I don't slow down.
