Meddling with a Millionaire by Cat Schield Read Free Book Online

five or six pieces in the last six months. I think the Baton Rouge show’s your best bet.”
    â€œBut can I make enough?” Emma dumped a garbage bag out onto the floor and began sliding hangers back into her clothes. “Daddy says I don’t have the drive to succeed. Maybe he’s right.”
    â€œHe’s not right. I know you can do this and, deep down, so do you.”
    Did she? Emma wasn’t so sure. Being independent and financially responsible was hard work. And, right now, the enormity of the task before her made her want to crawl back into bed and pull the covers over her head.
    â€œBesides,” Addison continued. “Don’t you want to see the look on your father’s face when he realizes he has to turn your money over to you? It should be priceless.”
    Addison’s enthusiasm bolstered Emma’s sagging confidence. “What would I do without you?”
    â€œFortunately, you’ll never have to know. Now, put on some Prada and get going.”
    An hour later, Emma stepped into Biella’s, and paused just inside the glass doors. Fidgeting with her gold hoop earring, she scanned the large space. The exclusive downtown Houston jewelry store had been split into two parts. Diamonds and precious stone rings occupied one side, while necklaces, bracelets, watches and men’s jewelry filled the cases on the other. Tones of cinnamon, gold and slate cradled the expensive collections. Copper-toned mirrors lined the walls behind the displays, reflecting the golden light from crystal chandeliers. Emma’s feet sank into plush, dark gray carpet as she circled the room.
    Little had changed since she’d honed her skills here as an apprentice goldsmith five years ago. The ambiance remained luxurious and elegant. The store owed as much of its success to the quality of the shopping experience as to the uniqueness of its merchandise.
    An eager, smiling sales associate appeared ready to offer the knowledgeable assistance expected at Biella’s. The redhead must be a new hire; otherwise, she’d recognize Emma and realize she wasn’t a customer.
    Emma approached the cases, drawing the sales consultant like a shark to fresh blood.
    â€œAren’t these beautiful? A local artist does the work. Is there something you’d like to see up close?”
    Thinking that she’d seen each and every piece up close already, Emma smiled at the clerk, appreciating her enthusiasm. “I was wondering if Thomas was around.”
    Thomas McMann was Biella’s manager, and Emma’s former boss. He’d been the one to propose the idea of consignment; Emma had hoped to sell the pieces outright. She understood his reluctance to take on so much inventory. Considering her lack of reputation, the price she’d assigned to each piece and the quality of the designs, he might not want to take a chance on such untraditional items.
    â€œI’ll see if he’s available.”
    â€œThanks.”
    While the girl disappeared into a back room, Emma counted the pieces in the display case to see if anything had been sold. Another two of the smaller pieces were missing. She breathed a sigh of relief. That meant another $3,000 in the bank.
    It would make a little dent in the $35,000 she still had to put back. It was a huge amount to earn in five weeks, and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t daunted by the prospect, but failure meant she couldn’t show her father and Nathan that she was a capable, independent woman who deserved to make her own choices about who she married and when.
    Too bad she hadn’t known about her father’s plans for Nathan five months ago. She might not be in her current predicament. When her father first cut her off, it took her two months to go through a quarter of the money, and another thirty days before the reality of her troubles began sinking in.
    She enjoyed designing and creating jewelry, but she’d never