I pulled out the silver thing, revealing it to be a silver flying fish necklace.
“Is something that only costs a hundred or so worthy of you to dig through the trash?” Ashton’s icy voice reached my ears.
I completely ignored him and focused on using a tissue to wipe away the cream on the necklace. His guess was spot on. The necklace was indeed not very expensive.
Back when I was fourteen years old, I was at the age where appearances were starting to matter. This was a sentiment that most girls in my class shared. Though our grasp of what construed as beauty was still shaky, a lot of them still tried to imitate the older women in their lives. It became a trend to accessorize themselves with necklaces or bracelets.
In truth, these accessories could be rather cheap. Some were maybe over ten or so, while others were a little pricier. At the time, an accessory that cost ten was already considered quite expensive to me.
Despite how much I wanted to wear such pretty things as well, I refused to ask Grandma for money to buy them. In the end, I went behind her back to work for one of our cafeteria staff. I would help him move and carry stuff, and in return, he would pay me five each time. I continued working for him for a month before an accident happened and I injured my leg. Worried that Grandma would find out, I stopped helping out.
My one month of effort led to me saving up close to two hundred. I spent a hundred buying this flying fish necklace made of pure silver while I used the leftover money to buy a belt for John and a thimble for Grandma.
Since it was my first time wearing something so expensive, I lost the necklace within a few days.
That caused me to feel I was not suited for wearing such extravagant items. To this day, I still do not wear accessories because I subconsciously feel like I am not worthy enough to do so.
I never expected that this necklace would ever be found, especially not after so many years. To say that I was delighted would be an understatement. If John actually returned this necklace to me, I wonder…
At that thought, I looked at the scowling Ashton. “Where’s the outer box for the cakes?”
He frowned at my question, his displeasure evident. “In the garbage bin!”
I disregarded his unhappy expression and searched through all the garbage bins in the villa. Finally, I spotted the box in the kitchen garbage bin.
I crouched down to rummage through it when Ashton seized my wrist. “You really care so much for what he gives you?”
Prying his fingers from my wrist, I couldn’t be bothered to explain to him. All I said was, “It’s not what you think.”
I finally managed to dig out the outer box and opened it. As I thought, a well-kept belt was inside there. Since he had given me the belt and the necklace, it made sense that Grandma’s thimble would be here as well.
I continued to search the box but it was empty, I even went as far as to tip it upside down.
Straightening from my crouch, I went back to the cakes by the door. Fed up by that point, Ashton shoved me down on the couch. “Scarlett, that’s enough!”
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