Korean Mother Of Pearl Table の小説・ストーリー

Tried as she might, Sarah could not even remember at least one little thing that she could complain about Tristan in neither past nor the present. ‘I'm too lucky to be Tristan's mother. He's the best son any mother could ask for.' Sarah hummed as they traversed the short distance towards the bamboo door. The single gateway opened and when it did, another surprise visited the couple. There was an unknown large table near the cooking area and just by judging at the runes engraved at its side that sparkled of gold and silver crafting, even a dumb man could conclude that this was definitely an expensive item meant for the wealthy.

“Thank you, Uncle Marcus. But this is something I have to do myself.” Lunch ended with my mother meticulously reviewing Marcus’s gift list. Her hands trembled as she read out loud, “A vintage brooch, a wristwatch, an antique tea set… and a box of natural pearls?” The box of pearls was stunning flawless, glowing, nearly priceless. My mother was visibly enchanted, her inner girl reawakened. “Let’s send a gift back to William,” Grandmother said. “Something meaningful.” “William likes calligraphy, doesn’t he?” Mom added. “We have that painting set…”

Gwen faked a smile. Ariana feigned suspicion. "Oh, but I seem to recall that my mother left me a pair of Aurora Pearls. Why don't I see them here?" Panic flashed in Gwen's eyes. "What pearls? You must be mistaken, Ari." "Mistaken? That's impossible. You should think carefully, Ms. Lambert. Those pearls were my mother's favorite." Ariana hummed.

She stepped forward and suddenly stopped, as if she had stepped on something. Yuri moved her feet and the flashlight shone on the ground. There was a black pearl earring the size of a fingernail between two white porcelain chips on the ground. She looked familiar. When she picked it up, the hook of the earring was rusty. It should have been here for a long time. She remembered when she was five years old, she made a pair of black pearl earrings for her adoptive mother as a gift for Mother's Day in order to show off her handicraft lessons in kindergarten to her adoptive father and mother.

Then, I had noticed a gift bag sitting on the table by the window. “What’s that?” I had asked. “Beats me,” Thomas had shrugged. I had walked over to the table and picked up the bag. Inside it was a small box. I had frowned in intrigue with a smile and then opened it. The box had born a pair of mother-of-pearl earrings. I had recognized them instantly even though I had not seen them in years. The earrings had belonged to my grandmother and she had given them to my mother before she died. Also inside the bag was a wedding card. It had pink roses on the front – my mother’s favorites –and when I had opened it, it had just said,

And as I was wondering how on earth does this merfolk actually see everything through water, Magindara gestured me to come closer to a round table made from a fine white marble. Magindara placed her palm on the surface of the table and as if it was some kind of a key pass, the table glistered and at the center opens a hidden clam. It erected from the center of the table. I wasn’t able to imagine a silver giant clam could actually fit inside there.

I sat stiffly in the VIP section, my fingers clenched so tightly around the auction catalog that the glossy paper crumpled. Laughter and chatter floated through the air, but to me it was nothing but static. My lips wouldn’t curve into even the faintest smile. The auctioneer stepped forward, pulling back a velvet cloth. A string of pearls gleamed beneath the lights—soft, luminous, breathtakingly familiar. My breath caught. It was almost identical to my mother’s.

“…What is this for?” Jin released a laugh at her innocence. “That’s a pearl, silly. It’s a gift from the sea” “It’s a gift from the sea?” she queried quietly, still staring at the smooth, black pearl in her hand with a look of interest and a hint of awe. “Well kind of... but not really,” Jin chuckled as he too, stared at the pearl looking so dark against her porcelain-pale white hands, “My father got the pearl for my mother before I was even born… then she gave it to me before we come here. She had kept it for twelve years.”

" The shelves reached the top of the ceiling and had numerous rolling ladders. There were a few large black leather seats placed around the room with a large dark wooden oak table in front of the window. I walked towards the massive closet and started to carry the broken frames and pieces of chairs that were broken from over the years away from it so I could open inside. I struggled to lift every single piece of furniture and finally opened the closet I rummaged through several boxes until I came across the one that Mom described. I took it out and opened it, it held a magnificent pearl earring with a beautiful and timeless diamond necklace. It was going to look great on my mate's flawless s

I touched one of the sofas as I passed and was surprised by its softness. "The furniture is made of eel skin," my mother said. She didn't turn but kept walking forward. I pulled my hand away. Should I be disgusted? "Everything you see here is from Mizu, created from the animals, minerals, and plants found in this land. Nothing is from the surface," Ariel said, answering the question I hadn't asked aloud. Dorian walked next to me and gave me a look that said all of this was crazy. I shrugged. After the living room, we came to the kitchen.