A sharp scream cut through the air, finally pulling Citrine's gaze away from her.
Everyone in the Carmichael family—including Weston—turned to see where the noise had come from.
"Oh my God, that's a one-of-a-kind JR bag!" Salome was nearly in tears from excitement. She'd always adored this particular purse, but it was a limited edition from JR—priced at over eight million dollars, and not something you could buy just because you had the money.
"Honestly, you're embarrassing," Weston muttered, frowning at Salome with clear disdain.
"Dad, you don't get it! This bag is impossible to get!" Salome was so overjoyed that for once, she wasn't even afraid of Weston's displeasure.
"Citrine, how on earth did you get this?" Salome whispered in stunned awe.
"A friend helped me out," Citrine replied honestly. What she didn't mention was that the owner of JR hadn't even charged her for it.
With Salome unwrapping her gift, the rest of the family began opening theirs as well.
Weston received a vintage chess set. At first, he didn't think much of it—but as soon as he saw the rich luster and fine grain of the pieces, his expression shifted from surprise to disbelief. "This… this is the centerpiece from the Magnolia States Auction a few years ago."
He ran his fingers over the chess pieces, feeling immediately that they were nothing like any ordinary set.
Weston shot a furtive glance at Raymond. "Where did she get something like this? I heard the auction house's owner kept it for himself; it was never for sale."
Raymond shook his head, equally stunned. "Citrine handled all the gifts herself. I have no idea."
Seeing their confusion, Weston dropped the matter.
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