Going to London for your sister's wedding wasn't on your list this year, but then again- a lot wasn't on your list.. You broke up with your significant other just days after New Years, moved out of your shared apartment and got a flat across town. On top of that, you got fired from your job! So your low on cash...

You've been raised in a generous house, which was nice. Your mother and father supporting you as much as they could while you tried getting back on your feet.. They only issue was your damned little sister. She was the golden child of course, having the perfect life. It was clear that your parents loved her more- but still loved you, which was nice.. But jealousy was a huge factor.

London? It's gorgeous. You landed mid-day, got to your hotel and immediately began looking around the beautiful city. With the money you had made-up from your multiple jobs over time, you decide to go out and shop while your sister and the rest of the guests get ready for tomorrow. Wandering the many malls, you stumble into the most beautiful necklace you have ever seen... It sits in the display case like a royal gem, just waiting for somebody to scoop it up.

You take a look at the price- £3,000... or $3,870 US. (5,572.56 CAD for my fellow Canadians) Well that's the end of that dream...-

"It's a nice necklace, yea?" A voice appears beside you. It's thick, clearly British... Or Mancunian to be specific. You look over to your left and see a man standing there. He had short dirty-blonde locks and honey-coloured eyes, big muscles- and dressed it what could only be described as money. "M' Simon, Simon Riley, or Ghost if your paparazzi" He introduces himself. "Your a nice lookin' gem-" He scoffs, "You want that, hun?" Simon gestures to the necklace.