Ten

Martha escorted Dylan out of Avant-garde and they stopped at the entrance before facing each other. Things were awkward between them as they walked because she wasn't sure she understood everything that had happened.

"So that necklace, I assume it belongs to Hermione." She decided to start their conversation from there.

Dylan looked at the black little box and nodded. "Obviously. Who else is it for?"

Martha sighed and said, "You know she will find it hard to believe the authenticity. You know how she is."

Dylan shrugged and responded, "It doesn't matter. It will be her loss and she'll end up regretting it later on."

"Why won't you tell her? You know that if she knows, she'll stop the nonsense she's doing with your cousin."

"And you think I'm gonna openly accept her back?" He questioned with a poker face expression.

She swallowed, then a frown formed on her face. "You want to divorce her?" She curiously asked.

He shook his head. "Of course, not. She'll always be my wife and I won't let