Wendy's silence made Suzy's heart tighten a little.
Had she sensed something?
Suzy decided to take the initiative and spoke first.
"Maybe I grabbed the wrong one," she said gently. "Why don't you describe the gold pendant you want? I'll look again."
Her eagerness—almost overly accommodating—gradually eased Wendy's rising suspicion.
Yes. This was exactly how Suzy had always been.
Naive. Soft-hearted. Eager to please.
She had practically pushed such a valuable pendant into Wendy's hands before—surely there wasn't anything wrong.
More likely, she had simply taken the wrong one.
But when Wendy tried to describe the pendant's appearance, she realized she couldn't.
The novel's description had been vague to begin with. And now, after several days of busily stockpiling supplies, the details were blurry in her mind.
She hesitated, stammering for a moment before saying, "I'll send you a picture later."
"Okay," Suzy replied obediently.
