That night, she found Delia alone in the sewing room.

She placed an envelope on the table.

“Ten thousand dollars.”

Delia looked at it.

“It’s yours tonight.”

“For what?”

“Pack up your pins.”

Paige smiled.

“Leave this house.”

Delia said nothing.

“And leave Savannah before Saturday.”

“I was hired to sew until Saturday.”

“I’m offering you more than you’ll make in a year.”

“I’ll sew until Saturday.”

Paige’s smile disappeared.

“Fine.”

She picked up the envelope.

“Then I’ll get you out for less.”

The next afternoon, Loretta Whitlow brought a small velvet box into the sewing room.

“My mother-in-law’s brooch.”

Paige gasped.

Inside rested an antique diamond-and-sapphire pin.

“Something old?”

Loretta smiled.

“In this family, every bride has worn it.”

She fastened it temporarily near Paige’s neckline.

“Beautiful.”

Then Gordon Prescott, Paige’s father, called from the garden.

“Come see the tent.”

Loretta followed.

Brynn held Paige’s train.

Delia turned toward the pressing station.

Five minutes later Paige screamed.

“The brooch!”

Everyone rushed back.

“It was right here.”

She looked at Loretta.

“I swear I never touched it.”

Then her eyes moved toward Delia.

Delia went still.

Paige pointed.

“Her tool bag.”

Julian entered.

“What happened?”

“The brooch is gone.”

Paige looked at Delia.

“First my ring.”

Delia’s face tightened.

“Now this.”

Brynn looked terrified.

Paige pointed toward the small side pocket on Delia’s sewing bag.

“There.”

Julian froze.

“How do you know?”

Paige hesitated.

“Where else would a thief put it?”

Gordon Prescott stepped forward.

“Search the bag.”

Delia moved back.

“Please don’t touch my mama’s things.”

Loretta opened the side pocket.

Her fingers closed around something.

She pulled out the brooch.

The room went silent.

Delia stared at it as if someone had pulled a snake from her bag.

“No.”

Paige smiled.

“There.”

“I didn’t put that there.”

Gordon shook his head.

“My daughter is not marrying into a house that keeps thieves.”

He pulled out his phone.

“I’m calling police.”

Julian stepped between them.

“Wait.”

Paige grabbed his arm.

“Baby, you were there Monday.”

“My ring was inside your glove.”

“And who knew exactly where to look?”

Julian turned toward Delia.

Confusion crossed his face.

That hurt Delia more than anything Paige had done.

Then Earl entered carrying a folded note.

“Mr. Whitlow.”

He handed it to Julian.

“Mrs. Whitlow sends word.”

Julian read it.

His expression changed.

“The brooch is hers.”

Gordon frowned.

“What?”

“She is charging nobody.”

Paige stared.

“And no police come to her house.”

Gordon laughed.

“My lawyers would have had her in handcuffs by supper.”

Julian kept reading.

“Mrs. Whitlow still wants her suit finished by Miss Banks.”