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But I couldn't lie, it was a beautiful ring with a marquis cut diamond and simple gold. "That's it," I said. "That's the one." "You sure?" "I'm sure." She looked at the picture then back at me. "Yeah, you're right. That's it." She turned to the woman. "Can we see that one?" The woman nodded and pulled out the ring. It was even more beautiful in person. The diamond sparkled under the light and the gold band was everything. I picked it up, turning it over in my hands. I could picture it on Emily's finger. I could picture her face when she saw it.

Before Emma could approach further he almost slapped the door at her face which made Emma step backwards a bit. Emma sighed and knocked at his door, 'As if I'm going to unlock.' Jeremy responded. Emma knew how hard it was to deal with her brother, so she just went to her room with a long face. Here Jeremy sat on his chair and took out a box from his pocket. He further opened it and there was a ring, a beautiful ring made up of palladium band. It had the rare blue diamond embedded on its gallery and the shank was of made up of small, perfectly cut, bright white diamonds. The ring looked quite expensive and at the same time, it looked too beautiful for anyone to possess it. As Jeremy looked at

Break anyone standing between us. Marcus straightened his posture, his hands locking behind his back. "Done sir." He turned and walked out leaving the men. Victor brought out Emily's wedding ring from his pocket. He remembered the day he put it on her finger. Not because he loved her. Because he thought that ring meant ownership. "You'll come home..." His thumb ran over the band. "Everyone eventually does."

It took me everything I had to work up the courage to confess. That ring was my mother's—meant for my wedding. I thought he wouldn't accept it. Didn't expect him to say yes. Marco froze. His eyes went to my hand. He remembered that night too. "Serana... you mean this one?" Liliana pulled off her glove. That emerald ring was on her finger. Before I could speak, Liliana's eyes went wet. Panic flooded her face. "Oh no—I'm so sorry. I'll return it right now. Please don't be upset."

All I can focus on is Emilie’s face, her eyes wide with surprise and something else - love. “I forgot the most important part,” I say, cracking open the box to reveal a delicate diamond ring that catches the light and throws sparks across the room. Is it good enough for her? I look up and see Emilie’s breath catch as she glimpses it. It gives me the confidence to say, “Emilie, will you marry me? Officially? With ring and everything?” Her lips tremble, and for a moment, she looks lost for words. But then regains herself. “Yes,” she chokes out, “yes, yes, yes!”

Inside the room, Emily sat on the balcony, tightly clutching a diamond ring. It was the same ring Derek had placed on her finger on their wedding day, and fortunately, she hadn't impulsively discarded it. This sea-blue ring had become the sole reminder of Derek, and she couldn't help but wonder about the ring she had given him—where could it be now? Emily's face was streaked with tears. For the first time in her life, she felt lost and uncertain about what to do next.

replied Rose. “No, you have to say ‘I do’,” ordered the officiant. “I do,” sighed Rose. “Do you, Mr Aguilar, take Miss Woolridge as your lawfully wedded wife?” asked the officiant. “I do,” he replied. “Please exchange the rings,” said the officiant. Emerson and Yvette came forward; they both had one ring each. Kingsley took the ring from Emerson, and Yvette handed the ring to Rose. The camera panned on the rings, and everyone present there awed in unison. It was a couple's ring. Both rings had a pink diamond in them. The diamonds looked like they were at least 3 carats and above. The men’s ring only had one pink diamond, but Rose’s ring had tiny white diamonds embedded around that big pink d

He went on, "It's just an old ring. Next month, I'll have someone custom-make us a new pair from Frodale. They'll be ten times better than that antique. Behave, okay? I'll make sure to give you the best ring ever at our wedding." Emilio was always like this. He used the gentlest tone possible to wipe away every bit of hope I had for the future like it was nothing. I'd grown up an orphan. From the moment Emilio and I got together, the Gimondi family had disapproved of my background. It was Emilio who had stood against all that pressure and told me that as long as I waited for him, he would one day put the Gimondi family's ring on my finger. He would tell everyone that I was the rightful Donna

ENZO MORETTI Emiliana stood at the door to our bedroom, her figure framed in the soft light. I glanced at her briefly, already guessing she was here to talk about lunch plans. “Where’s Isa?” I asked instead, pulling my shirt over my head in one quick motion. My voice was casual, but my mind was elsewhere. Emiliana leaned against the doorframe, her nails gripping the solid wood tightly. The raven ring gleamed on her middle finger, catching my eye. It was a small detail, but it stuck with me.

” “I don't think so; it would take a lot of helicopters, or it would have to be drones, with drones if it can be done.” “Liz, I would never lie to you, and I know the difference between a drone and a helicopter. Anyway, he asked me to marry him in Cartagena; even look, he gave me this ring as a symbol of commitment; it's the family ring.” “It's a green diamond.” “What a silly thing, Liz! It's an oil-drop emerald, the best there is. Well, I congratulate you, my little sister.” “Emily, I expected a better reaction. It seems that you are not happy; it must be because you haven't met my husband; he is fabulous.”