Chapter 8: Are you innocent?
I looked at her, shocked as I furrowed my eyebrows together in confusion.
"What are you talking about, Evelyn?" I asked as I looked over at her, the air between us crackling with unspoken tension.
It was at this moment when Natalie came running over with a concerned look etched onto her face. She wrapped her arm around Evelyn as she turned to look at her. "What's going on, Eve?" She asked as she looked between us, seeing that her daughter's finger was still pointing right at me.
"Aurelia stole my diamond necklace! It was my birthday gift!" She accused without batting an eye as tears started to pool at the brim of her eyes. "I showed it to her earlier and she must have taken it out of the drawer when I wasn't looking or something."
I blinked a couple of times, my mind still struggling to register the situation that was unfolding right before my eyes. I was rendered speechless for a second, struggling to find the words to say. I opened my mouth to say something but Natalie beat me to it.
Natalie turned to look at me with a tiny frown resting between her brows, her words snapping me back to the present. "Is that true, Aurelia? You stole my daughter's necklace?" She questioned. "If you confess and return it back to Evelyn right now, I promise that I wouldn't pursue this matter any further," she urged in an attempt to convince me.
"Natalie, you have to trust me. I didn't steal anything," I explained with a look of certainty etched onto my face as my voice remained unwavering.
"Don't lie!" Evelyn's shrill voice rang in my ears as she stared at me with contempt. "In this entire house, you are the only one who would do this. You are the poorest bitch here! And when you saw that necklace you must have wanted it all to yourself so that you can sell it! You probably couldn't even make that much money in your lifetime even if you tried."
"Evelyn!" Her mother's voice boomed loudly. "Don't be rude to Aurelia. I didn't raise you to behave and talk like this," she said sternly with a serious look on her face.
Evelyn snapped her head around to meet her mother's eyes. "Mum, I'm your daughter! Why are you defending her?!" She asked, clearly displeased. "She stole my necklace, what I said is true!" She insisted as she crossed her arms over her chest and stomped her foot like a toddler throwing a petty tantrum.
I turned to look at my mother, my eyes pleading for help, hoping for her to say something to help me and defend me. Well, she did say something, but it wasn't exactly what I expected.