Gold Flecked Onyx Novels & Stories

She stepped out of the gown, feeling the cold air hit her overheated skin. As she reached for the silk robe, her eyes caught on the pillows. The maids had meticulously fluffed them into perfect peaks. Yet, resting in the small indentation left by the maids’ hands, was a tiny, dark object. She walked over and picked it up. It was a cufflink. It wasn't the sparkling diamond cufflink Andre had been wearing at the altar. This one was crafted from matte black metal, the center inlaid with a single, highly polished piece of black onyx.