Georgina Gee | Klara Devine &
Klara closed her fingers around the pouch. She could feel the hard, warm weight of the ruby through the velvet. “You could have sold it. Hidden it better. Why give it back?”
“What other item?”
Georgina was a marvel of controlled chaos. Her silver hair was piled into an elaborate beehive, from which a single peacock feather sprouted. She wore a kaftan the color of a bruised plum, and on her left wrist, a jade bangle Klara knew was worth a small flat in Kensington. But Klara’s eyes were fixed on the bag: a tiny, beaded, Art Deco number that looked too delicate to hold a lipstick, let alone the object of her search—the Star of Myrrha, a flawed but historically priceless ruby. klara devine & georgina gee
Klara felt heat rise to her cheeks. She had. It was a diary from 1943, written by a young woman in occupied Paris. A woman who had hidden Jewish children in her bookshop. A woman who signed her entries only as “G.G.” Klara closed her fingers around the pouch
Klara’s smile didn’t waver, but her pulse ticked up. “I’m flattered you’ve heard of me.” Hidden it better
Klara closed her fingers around the pouch. She could feel the hard, warm weight of the ruby through the velvet. “You could have sold it. Hidden it better. Why give it back?”
“What other item?”
Georgina was a marvel of controlled chaos. Her silver hair was piled into an elaborate beehive, from which a single peacock feather sprouted. She wore a kaftan the color of a bruised plum, and on her left wrist, a jade bangle Klara knew was worth a small flat in Kensington. But Klara’s eyes were fixed on the bag: a tiny, beaded, Art Deco number that looked too delicate to hold a lipstick, let alone the object of her search—the Star of Myrrha, a flawed but historically priceless ruby.
Klara felt heat rise to her cheeks. She had. It was a diary from 1943, written by a young woman in occupied Paris. A woman who had hidden Jewish children in her bookshop. A woman who signed her entries only as “G.G.”
Klara’s smile didn’t waver, but her pulse ticked up. “I’m flattered you’ve heard of me.”
