Jeweler Apprentice Novels & Stories

I have been staying at Aunt Becky's house for an entire month, and since she and Joseph had noticeably helped me heal my wounds, I decided it was time for me to move on and become the greatest version of myself. I wasn't in any way ready to return to Glems' company to work there. Rather, I had decided to establish myself and be recognized by the public. Because as a successful jeweler who once worked in the Glems company, only my creations were highly recognized. But the jewelries' creator, me, was barely recognized. And what better way to do that if not going to Cindaly? There was a particular company in Cindaly built especially for jewelers like myself.

“You’ve been to Yaramoor in order to become an apprentice?” She smiled again. “Unbelievable, isn’t it? Even someone like me started from the very bottom of the industry and had to work hard too. I had to work in almost all types of industries back then. The mentor who taught me about jewelry design at that time was Tristan’s mentor.” After saying so, Madam Nera sighed all of a sudden. “Tristan actually has quite a talent for jewelry design, however…” “However?” Maisie was curious. Madam Nera sighed again. “It’s just that his mother didn’t like it. That’s why he gave it up.”

Anyways, he was supposed to be interviewing her for the jewelers job, not staring at her. “Ms. Willoughby is the appellation." The lady introduced himself. "Actually, I have a few requested selection of cultural jewelries that's going to suit any neck that has it on. I heard that you have an assistant who is a lady, so I made an Asian cultural bracelet for her. And a ring, if you like one... I have many with me. The secretary can as well have a look for her choices too." Hazel's bubbly character made Gerald's mouth twitch into a reluctant smile. He would really love new jewelries, especially cultural jewelries. Ms. Willoughby was attractive and caring. That made him smile again.

Eloise followed Ainsley into a jewelry store with simple decor. It seemed unremarkable at first glance, with its modest layout and unassuming atmosphere. However, as soon as she stepped inside, she realized that this was no ordinary craft workshop. The interior of the store exuded a sense of artistry. The walls were lined with elegant displays, each housing an array of accessories that seemed to shimmer under the soft glow of the ambient lighting. On both sides of the store, there were a variety of jewelry pieces, each with a unique and intricate design. Some bore the hallmarks of classic elegance, while others had an avant-garde touch, as though they had been crafted by a visionary artist a

Elliot Perse. "Elliot?" Mr. Brown's whole face changed. "I know that name very well. Seeing his work when I was young was what made me want to go into jewelry in the first place." Celia frowned. "Yeah right. Elliot said fifteen years ago he was done taking apprentices. Who the hell are you supposed to be?" The room picked up again. "Elliot Perse? The Elliot Perse?" "He actually had time to take someone on?" "Didn't his last apprentice do a whole media thing and call him a nightmare to work for? Said the standards were inhuman."

She said it like it was a big deal, and I almost rolled my eyes. Who cares? She led me further, to the faint hum of machinery. Through a glass barrier, goldsmiths and artisans in white coats bent over glowing worktables. If Mom was from here, she knew these people and a lot about jewelry— The air that hit me carried the faint scent of fire and metal, commanding my attention. “This is the Production and Workshop,” she explained. “Here’s where the magic happens—casting, stone setting, polishing. Every piece is inspected for quality before it leaves these walls.” I nodded, not even sparing them a glance.

To the left of the furnace was a small pavilion where apprentices could obtain their artifacts. The one distributing artifacts was an apprentice slightly older, appearing to be around 30 years old. He stood at the entrance of the pavilion, specifically receiving newly recruited apprentices who came to get their artifacts. Upon seeing Amara, he stepped forward to greet her with a salute. "Senior, what brings you here today?"

"How long will it take? For a piece of this complexity, I'd say two weeks," the jeweler replied. "But I assure you, it will be worth the wait." Arnulfo nodded, reaching for his wallet. "I trust you. Let's do it." The jeweler smiled warmly, sliding the design sketch into a protective sleeve. "You won't be disappointed, sir. We'll pour our utmost craftsmanship into this piece. He handed over his card to the cashier, anticipating the moment he would present the ring to Valentine. As the transaction was going through, he took a breath, imagining her face: the joy, surprise, and love that would flash in her eyes. That was a picture that steadied him.

Then she looks at me again. "What did you do," she says. "Sit down," I say. "Adrian," she says. "Sit down," I say. "Please." She sits. She puts her bag on the chair beside her and she looks at me with the expression she uses when she is deciding whether to be amused or concerned and has not yet made the determination. I sit across from her. I put the box on the table between us. It is small. Dark navy. No branding on the outside. I had it made by a jeweller in Hatton Garden who has been making things for thirty years and who listened to what I said and did not try to suggest anything different.

Even in a simple unadorned kirtle, she held herself like a high-ranking beta. "Master Wesley is locked in his upper sanctuary tracing the new armor aesthetics. He cannot break his focus for the sun, so he commanded me to welcome you into the den," she said, offering a warm hand-bind. "It is an honor, Brooke. I am Paige Collins, the Master’s primary apprentice." Paige guided me through the circle, introducing the various craftsmen. "From this sunrise, Brooke Lawson takes her place as our third design assistant. Let her scent be known." "Greetings, everyone. I am eager to learn the craft beside you," I said simply.