Kalung Kecil Cantik นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He already memorized if all my inside is pink. "Wait, as far as I know, the ones with strawberry jewelry have a small child. Gerald, you don't steal your sister's jewelry, do you?" I'm a little suspicious. He's turned a little cute, and why should a strawberry necklace, even though he can buy a little mature one. In Korean dramas, the chain given by the male partner is so beautiful and elegant. And Gerald? he gave me a little kid necklace, a strawberry necklace. This is his name, romantic which ends pathetically.

Its our date of marriage. Well i looked the content in it...there were some old pics of aashi... I sat on the couch and looked other contents... Its a small gold bangle...must be aashi's...and a cute pair of socks... Oh my god!!! Did he kept all these for memories...its kind of cute... I peeked inside and found an anklet...what is it doing in it? Its definitely not aashi's looking at the size. Is it Sanjana's? My mood got sour at this thought...

I couldn't take my eyes off my treasure. I made my way to the cupboard where I swiftly grabbed an item I'd been anticipating using for the past seven weeks! It's a pure platinum collar necklace with a large, rare fire opal pendant. Delicate to the eye, yet thick enough not for her to be able to break it so easily. I had a GPS tracking chip nestled in the metal side of the pendant.

“You’re never going to stop calling me that, are you?” “Not in this lifetime,” Kemi teased, setting the box on the coffee table. “And before you say anything, I brought a little something for you — well, for them.” Curious, Zara perched on the edge of the sofa as Kemi flipped the lid open. Inside, nestled against deep blue silk, were two delicate gold bracelets — tiny enough for newborn wrists. They glimmered softly under the morning light, each one engraved with a small heart and a space for a nameplate.

I gasp at the sight. Inside is an elegant, golden necklace adorned with a delicate rose quartz pendant. It’s stunning, exquisite. A set of matching earrings gleam beside it, and I can’t resist the urge to put them on immediately. They feel perfect, like they were meant for me. Then, at the bottom of the box, I find one last item—a single pink jelly bean. My heart skips a beat.

I’m about to pass a small alley when I see an old woman on the side. Her hands are busy stringing colorful beads. Around her, a colorful display of handmade bracelets shimmers in the sunlight. I pause, captivated. The beads are simple, yet vibrant, each one seemingly infused with a story. I’ve always had a soft spot for handcrafted jewelry. My eyes scan the collection, drawn to a particularly striking red bracelet woven with tiny silver charms. It’s bold, eye-catching, and perfect. I reach for it, about to ask the price, when something else catches my attention, tucked almost out of sight amongst a pile of similar pieces.

We strolled a little more before we finally decided to go back to the hotel. Jace even gave me an anklet that he secretly bought from the souvenir shop. It has little stars served as its chain then a moon as a pendant. It looks really cute. I don’t know why but I feel like something’s missing. I feel like I forgot something but I don’t even know what that is.

I carefully set the dress aside, making sure that it doesn’t snag on anything. I open the smaller box and find a necklace and matching earrings. The dangle earrings have an emerald cut emerald surrounded by what looks like yellow diamonds. The necklace has the same pendant on a white gold chain. I hope they are fake. If they aren’t, I can’t even imagine how much it would cost.

Inside, nestled among soft, velvety folds, lay pieces of gold – exquisite necklaces of various types. Some were delicate and dainty, adorned with tiny gemstones, while others were bold and statement-making, featuring intricate designs. The gold sparkled warmly in the light, casting a luxurious glow. Each necklace seemed to tell a story, its craftsmanship reflecting a blend of tradition and elegance. The array of pieces was breathtaking, showcasing a range of styles that would complement any taste or occasion.

Chocolate of course, took a thousand pictures of us, Mel and I being about nine hundred of them before my phone begins to blare up with comments. Is that a topaz gemstone collar??? Carl's wearing a fucking gold collar! I want one too!! Channing is wearing a fucking citrine stone collar! You know how expensive that shit is?! Strawberry has never failed to disappoint. I mean, look at him rocking my two year allowance around his neck. That's got to be real pearl, right? I look up at Chocolate who's scrolling so fast on his phone it's crazy he even knows what he's doing, "What are they talking about?"