My sister-in-law, Margaret, arrived early to help me set up for the party. As we chatted, she casually mentioned a pair of emerald earrings Leo had bought just two weeks earlier. She thought they were for me. But Leo had given me a neck massager that morning. There were no earrings. My heart sank. Later, when my best friend Quinn walked in, I noticed she was wearing gorgeous emerald earrings — the exact kind Margaret had described. My suspicions were confirmed.