It was a good thing we could use the private exit when leaving the hotel, so we didn't have to face that crowd of reporters again.
It was such a pity, though, that we couldn't watch the performances of those famous singers at the event. But honestly, it would've been even more annoying to breathe the same air as a bunch of jerks for too long.
"But I'm still curious…" I said once we sat inside the car. "How could Madeline and I end up wearing the same necklace? I mean, Irene Delacroix has so many designs. Why did it have to be the exact same one? And even stranger, how come one was real and the other fake?"
I'd also heard that Diana Reiss rarely ever attended charity events like this, yet somehow she just happened to show up tonight, right when this drama happened.
One or two coincidences I could accept, but when there were too many odd things happening at once, I couldn't call it coincidence anymore.
Unless… someone had planned all this beforehand.
