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I breathed a sigh of relief. “Holy hell, you scared the crap out of me. If my parents see that–”

“Babes, no. You’re fine. Not so much as a whisper.”

I blew out a breath. “What then? I’m guessing it’s nothing about me and ‘the idol’. I assume you would have led with that,” I laughed.

Becka didn’t. My laughter halted.

“Fuck, is it?” I asked horrified.

“Not directly,” Becka hedged.

“Okay, you have until the count of three to spit it out before I book a flight–”

“Alright, alright, geez, calm down. It’s your bracelet.”

I recoiled, squinting at the screen. “My–my what?”

“Your bracelet,” Becka said, as if I should know what she was talking about.

“My bracelet,” I replied slowly, like the words might make sense if I sounded them out.

“Holy fuck, is this thing on?” Becka tapped at her screen. “Yes! Your bracelet! Your insanely expensive, not-even-released-for-general-sale-yet bracelet.”

“This one?”

I reached over to my nightstand to grab the white box with the pretty crystal bracelet inside. I opened the box, took out the chain, and held it up to the camera.

“Yes! Unless you have another bracelet worth twenty grand?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I didn’t bother to mask my annoyance.

“Jesus chr–” Becka paused, closed her eyes and took a breath. “Kaiya. That bracelet? It’s part of the signature collection from Maison Lumière. It’s the Lumière d’Auriga. The price isn’t formally listed, but it’s been estimated to cost upwards of twenty thousand dollars.”

“Argh!” I screamed, dropping the jewellery as if the metal had scalded my skin.

Becka nodded, like this was a reasonable reaction.

“It’s white gold, set with diamonds and amethysts. Did you really not know?” she asked, incredulously.

“No!” I wailed. “I mean, sure, yeah, I figured it might be expensive, but not white fucking gold and diamonds expensive–holy shit!”

Becka sighed, shaking her head. “I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. He’s an extravagant bast–”

“Yes, alright, thank you, Becka!”

Gingerly, I picked up the bracelet and laid it carefully back in the box, closing the lid delicately and putting it back on my nightstand. I closed my eyes, blew out a breath and then remembered why we’d even started talking about it.

“What did you say about trending?” I asked in a strained voice, shifting my position so the white box wasn’t in my line of sight.

“Ah. Yeah. That’s the thing. That bracelet? You remember who I said made it?”

“Maison Lumière,” I replied. “Oh! That’s the brand Jihoon represents.”

I remembered now. He’d been doing a photoshoot with them the day he’d taken me out on the Seine.

“Maybe he didn’t actually buy it then!” I said, hopefully. Naively.

The idea that Jihoon hadn’t dropped twenty grand on a gift for me brightened my mood considerably. Becka looked at me incredulously. “Really? That makes it better for you?”