Cincin Emas Permata Satu Novels & Stories

Grace nodded slightly and picked up a pair of black round cufflinks. These were made from black onyx, rimmed with platinum inlaid with 200 tiny diamonds. A single emerald gemstone added just a touch of color—subtle, but not boring. Classy with a small spark. She also picked out a matching tie pin from the same collection. Grace dropped the small shopping bag with the cufflinks and tie clip onto the passenger seat. Everything else she’d bought at the boutique was being delivered straight to her house, but for some reason, she’d insisted on taking these two items with her.

Thirty minutes later, I step into a quiet, high end shop. The jeweler, Tim, though everyone calls him Carm, opens a black case filled with brilliance. Thirty rings. My breath catches. And then I see it. Pink. Oval-cut. Rare. “A real pink diamond?” I ask. He tests the clarity. Perfect. “How much?” “One hundred fifteen thousand, ” I nod. “I’ll take it. And the band. Same setting.” “Twenty-five.” “Done.” Black card. Then earrings. Pink. Halo studs. Another twenty five thousand.

She welcomed us and offered us tea. “Congratulations to you both,” she said while hugging me. “Thank you, Emile,” I said with a small smile on my lips while hugging her back. She pulled back and took my wrist in her hand. “I have prepared this bracelet for you, Morana,” she said while putting on a beautiful platinum bracelet that had shining rubies, black obsidian, blue sapphire and amethyst crystals. The bracelet also had little moon and wolf's head pendants attached to it.

Carmen dragged her inside deliberately. Hilda really wanted to hit her at this point, but suddenly, her eyes rolled around and landed on a popular counter on the side. She pointed at a series of rings and said. "Look at that. That looks really nice!" Daniel furrowed his brows when he saw the series of rings she was pointing at. The sales woman immediately followed her direction and explained. "Miss, you really have good taste. This is our store's famous 'The One' series. Everyone can only buy one with their cards for the rest of their life in our shop. It symbolizes eternal love between couples."

The ring rotated on the screen. "Let's start with the ring. Cushion-cut Ceylon sapphire, 7.8 carats, zero thermal treatment. Cradled in a platinum claw mount. The tapering shank has micro-pavé spinels—black, not red—to reduce flare under flash photography. The undergallery's open to let the stone breathe." Another click. The necklace. "This collar piece uses a floating halo design. Twenty-two Colombian emeralds, tension-set between curved titanium bars for flexibility. They follow the line of the collarbone, not the neckline. It moves with the body, not against it. No flipping, no twisting. Even with hair down."

Let me show you. The necklace is a dazzling masterpiece crafted with a fine chain of polished sterling silver that gracefully rests along the neckline. Each gemstone is carefully handpicked by me, sitting in its own delicate bezel setting, creating a harmonious cascade of colors. At the center, a radiant emerald glows with deep green hues. On one side, a sapphire glitters in ocean blue tones, while opposite it, a rich ruby burns with fiery passion. Scattered among them are smaller accents of amethyst with their royal purple charm, golden citrine, and sparkling white topaz that catch the light like tiny stars.

Sebastian patted Whitney's hand gently to reassure her. "Come with me," the sales assistant said. She led them through a pair of moon gates and entered a smaller exhibition hall. There were all kinds of emerald jewelry and pendants under bulletproof glass. There were carved statuettes of gods, as well as round emerald pendants and emerald plates. They were all made of AAA-quality emerald, and any of them would cost at least two million dollars. Most wealthy businessmen who came to the exhibition hall just wanted to browse. There were very few who actually spent money to buy them.

“Take that as a promise ring that whatever is going to happen, if we fight, have misunderstandings, and I’m sure we are gonna have many arguments, but promise me that you won’t give up on me—on us, Hailey.” “But promise ring doesn’t look like this. The stone is so big for my finger.” “Tell that to Emma.” I chuckled. She frowned. “Not funny.” “But a woman shouldn’t complain over a man’s choice of ring, should she?” I kissed her hand. “But I can’t wear this. I mean, this is an engagement ring, Percie.” “Yeah. It looks like it.” “This is an engagement ring. You can’t deny it.” I knew it was a three-carat FL clarity Emerald cut engagement ring in a platinum band.

She smiled widely and gestured a salesgirl to follow her while I chose the moment to observe the most beautiful jewelleries on the display but they don’t fascinate me. They came back shortly and displayed two pairs of cufflinks. It immediately caught my eyes. “We have made only two copies and these aren’t for sale but your family is one of the oldest customers of our store, the Jones family, I am presenting it to you. We can carve Mr. Pierce’s initials if you select one.” She said but my eyes were already on the cufflinks. They were made in gold and embedded with diamond and sapphire. I hadn’t seen something as beautiful as a pair of cufflinks with tiny diamonds and a big emerald in the cent