The Game To The Diamond

I stood alone in front of a display case, in the jewelry store. Yara tried going all out in choosing my outfit for the night and no matter how much I objected to her idea of going all out, she simply wouldn't hear of it.

“You're going out with the boss, you have to look your very best or else everyone would just think you're his P.A.” She had told me earlier and with how expensive I was looking, I couldn't imagine anyone thinking that. But of course at the end I wore something simple leaving Yara highly devastated.

The necklaces sitting on the display case were stunning, I trailed my fingertips over the glass case as if I were caressing the gems on one of the necklaces. It was a real diamond, I could tell because this wasn't any ordinary Jewelry store, it was Harry Winston.

“I would advise that you don't stand too close or lean on that.” A female staff walked up to me and suggested quite rudely.

I gave her a confused stare and replied, “Yeah, I'm barely even touching it.”

“Please maintain a distance from the jewels.” She stated, gesturing for me to step back, which I complied to, surprised by her action.

I began a visual search for Richard, he had gone to take a business call and had asked me to look around for a ring that'd catch my eye.

My eyes glazed around the room for him, specifically at the entrance when I heard the staff mutter, “It's not like you can afford it.”

“I'm sorry, what?” I asked, clearly shocked by her words.

“There are other jewelry stores that offer products you can afford, all you've done is walk around, stare at jewelry and wince at the price tags, you clearly can't afford it.” She spat, folding her arms around her chest.

First of all; what broke person walks into a store like this? Second of all; I thought rude staff were mostly underpaid people who are tired of their jobs but for some reason refuse to quit.

“Look…” I began, glancing at the nameplate on her blazer, “...Blythe, it's none of your business if I take my time in choosing my jewelry, your job is to take my money, stand in the little corner of the store and watch women put on jewelry that your little salary and boyfriend can never afford you.”

She looked taken aback at my clapback, and I thought to myself immediately “Damn, who am I?”

“Right, like a personal assistant like you gets paid enough to afford luxury like this.” She retorted and somehow I could hear Yara's voice in my head telling me, I told you so. “You're obviously just escorting, Mr. Osvaldo.”

“News flash, I'm his wife.” I snapped.

“Mr. Osvaldo isn't married, he doesn't even date women, you can't be his wife.” She spat, eyeing my empty ring finger.

“Listen, you…” I began but was interrupted by Richard who came right up to me diffusing the tension.

“Found a ring you like?” He asked, wrapping his arm around my waist. The staff looked shocked, like she just realized she was in big trouble and I couldn't help but smile.

Turning to Richard I pouted, “No honey, I was just asking Blythe here what she felt the best options were, weren't I?” I turned to the staff, my smile very mocking.

“Yes, right this way Sir… Ma'am.” She responded and I could have sworn I saw her breathe a sigh of relief. Of course, I didn't want her to lose her job. I wasn't that petty.

“Mr. Osvaldo!” A woman called from across the exhibition room, “Pleasant surprise, seeing you here at this odd hour, how can we help you?”

“I need a ring, diamond specifically.” He stated, his hands tucked into his pockets, while I stood next to him like an ornament, not even acknowledged by the woman whom I realized to be the manager after seeing the nameplate on her chest.

“Yes, we have new designs in the male category that'll interest you, if you would come this way—” She said but he cut her mid sentence.

“No, I need an engagement ring for my wife.” He interrupted.

“Your… wife?” She asked, looking at Blythe who gestured at me with a nod. She gave her a 'you're joking right? kind of look.'

Richard pulled an arm out of his pocket and gestured for me to wrap my arm around it, then restated, “Yes, my wife, is there any problem?”

“No, not at all Mr. Osvaldo, please come this way we have the perfect couple set rings.” She chuckled nervously and let us into a private room.

This bandeau dress was definitely not giving the recognition a billionaire's wife should be getting, if Yara were here I would never hear the end of it.

I finally picked a very beautiful oval cut diamond ring, well apparently Richard picked it but it was stunning regardless, he put it on my finger right in front of the staff, paid for it and bloody hell did it cost more than everything I've spent my money in my whole life.

“You know we could have gone ring shopping during the day, then there'd be more attention, you might even catch the media.” I said as we got into the car to leave.

“Weren't you mumbling about not having a ring a few hours ago?” He sighed, “You said you wanted to work, right?” He asked, “You can't go out and claim to be my wife without a ring.”

I smiled excitedly at him, “Wait, you're letting me work?”

“Remo, will take you tomorrow, I'd suggest you go to bed immediately after supper.”

Go to bed? Hell no, I'd be too excited to do that.

What was I going to wear? I'd leave that to Yara to worry about. Would there be an interview? No, he's annoyingly rich he'd probably work his way around that.

I wonder where and what I'd be working as, I've been locked in that house for way too long it didn't matter at this point.