#Chapter 13 - Replica vs Authentic

Stella I tear my gaze away from Adrian’s unable to even look at the man that stands before me. I spot a nearby hotel employee, signaling them over. They slowly approach me, nodding their head, ready to receive my command. “I want to see the security footage,” I gesture to the security cameras that hang in the top corners of the ceiling, facing every direction of the room. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but the security cameras are currently offline. They have been broken for quite awhile now,” the hotel employee informs me, hanging their head down low. I turn to look at Clara, who feigns a look of innocence on her face. She planned this from the very beginning. I wonder how much money it took to have the hotel turn a blind eye to her antics. “We need to call the police right this instant!” My father’s shout carries across the room. He approaches Clara and the necklace, wagging his finger at me. “She’s a thief and she must be dealt with accordingly.” “No, no, it is okay, father. Stella