Victoria's words sliced through me like a blade, leaving a familiar ache in their wake. The laughter of the wedding guests rang in my ears as I slipped away from the reception hall, seeking refuge on the adjacent terrace. The evening air was cool against my burning cheeks, carrying the scent of salt from the ocean below.
I leaned against the stone balustrade, my fingers automatically finding the smooth 2x4 LEGO brick in my pocket. Click. Click. Click. The familiar sound centered me, slowing my racing heart with each repetition. I'd expected humiliation today—had prepared for it—but the reality of standing before Victoria's smug face as she flaunted her "priceless" necklace still stung.
"Fifty thousand dollars," I whispered to myself, a bitter smile forming on my lips. The irony was almost too perfect.
I pulled out my phone and texted my studio assistant, Mei.
*Everything ready?*
Her response came seconds later: *Tool is in your clutch as requested. Positioned exactly where you said. Good luck, Boss.*
I slipped the phone back into my pocket and took a deep breath, mentally mapping the next few minutes. Timing would be everything. I'd need to approach Victoria at precisely the right moment—when all eyes were on her, when her triumph seemed most complete.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I could see the reception in full swing. Victoria was circling the hall like a shark, stopping at each cluster of guests to show off her necklace. Several people were holding up phones, live-streaming the event to those who couldn't attend in person. Perfect—witnesses beyond those physically present.
I watched as Ryan joined her, draping his arm possessively around her waist, playing his part as the devoted groom. I recognized that look in his eyes—the calculated charm, the practiced smile. Once, I'd believed that smile was genuine when directed at me. Now I saw it for what it was: a performance, a means to an end.
I retrieved my clutch from the coat check and felt for the small LEGO disassembly tool nestled inside. My fingers closed around it—a simple piece of plastic with the power to dismantle the most elaborate constructions. How fitting.
As I reentered the reception hall, Victoria's voice carried above the chamber music and conversation.
"The craftsmanship is simply extraordinary," she was saying to an elderly couple, her fingers caressing the pendant. "Ryan worked with the designer for months to get it just right. It's completely one-of-a-kind."
Ryan nodded along, his arm still around her waist. "Only the best for my bride," he added, pressing a kiss to her temple for effect.
I moved closer, weaving through the crowd with practiced invisibility. No one paid attention to the plain woman in simple clothes—exactly as I'd planned. Victoria's back was to me, but I could see Ryan's face over her shoulder. For a brief moment, our eyes met, and I saw a flicker of something cross his expression—uncertainty, perhaps. Or recognition of a threat he couldn't quite identify.
Before he could react, Victoria turned, continuing her circuit of the room, pulling him along as she approached another group of admirers. The necklace caught the light as she moved, each facet reflecting the chandelier's glow like genuine diamonds instead of the plastic they truly were.
I followed at a careful distance, clutch in hand, waiting for my moment. Soon, very soon, Victoria's fifty-thousand-dollar necklace would reveal its true nature. And with it, Ryan's carefully constructed world of lies would begin to crumble, one plastic brick at a time.
Click. Click. Click.
The sound of my LEGO brick was audible only to me as I rolled it between my fingers one last time before slipping it back into my pocket. Then, with the calm precision that had made BrickMaster famous in studios and galleries worldwide, I began to move toward the bride.
