Her target was the "Midnight Star," a legendary silver-set sapphire rumored to be cursed, housed in a high-security vault three floors above the dancing crowd.
Sarah wasn’t invited to the Silver Jewels Gala for her social standing; she was there for her hands. Clad in a striking, cobalt-blue silk dress that shimmered like the ocean under the ballroom’s crystal chandeliers, she looked every bit the debutante. But beneath the elegant drape of her skirt, a set of precision lock-picks was strapped to her thigh. Silver_Jewels_Sarah_bluedress_2_017.JPG
They had two choices: fight each other and get caught by the approaching guards, or pull off a double-heist that would go down in history. Sarah adjusted her gloves, offered a sharp, dangerous smile, and whispered, "I hope you can keep up in heels." Her target was the "Midnight Star," a legendary
A race against time and a rival who knows her every move. But beneath the elegant drape of her skirt,
As Sarah slipped away from the music, she realized she wasn't the only one hunting the Star. A man in a tailored silver tuxedo—a rival thief she’d crossed paths with in Paris—was already waiting at the vault.
A high-stakes, opulent gala filled with "Silver Jewels" and old-money secrets.
