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Chapter 58: Lily Earrings

Penulis: Yara Petrichor
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2023-04-08 11:16:54

After walking through the flower shop, Artemisia noticed her body was placed in a stall full of jewelry. The fair didn't seem to have changed much; it was still strange since it seemed that the time, she spent in the flower shop was more than enough for the botanical fair to lose some of its movement.

The young woman was holding a pair of lily earrings, so delicate that even wearing the gloves Artemisia felt that she could break the jewels with her own hand.

"Beautiful and delicate like you." The woman said as she gave Artemisia a polite smile.

"Yes, they're beautiful, is it glass?" The young woman asked without being able to take her eyes off the small pieces that were in her palm. The lilies were white in a milky way, reminiscent of the Artemisia of the gifts that usually pregnant women receive when they discover pregnancy.

It was too delicate to match Artemisia, but somehow, she couldn't look away from those jewels.

"It's made of white crystal, Miss." The woman's voice seeme
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