Gemotions

Eliza smoothed the silk of her dress, her fingers tracing the intricate embroidery. The family silver was going, but she had secured her place. A glance at the sullen faces of her siblings confirmed it. They hadn't seen this coming.

The room buzzed with chatter, the air thick with anticipation. She subtly adjusted her posture, letting her shoulders relax. This was her moment. All the planning, the careful maneuvering, had paid off.

She accepted the champagne flute from the waiter with a steady hand, a slight smirk gracing her lips. Her victory was assured. The sale of the locket was just a formality. She knew her cousin would bid, but he would not be able to bid high enough.