Moulin Rouge Sparkling Diamonds Novels & Stories

While roaming inside the store, I saw a set of silver couple bracelets that had engraved round red diamonds and connected with gold for its sides for the female bracelet and three diamonds for the pure silver male bracelet. "How much is this?" I asked the saleslady from behind the table while approaching her direction for me to have a better view of the bracelets. 'The Moussaieff Red Diamond couple bracelet.' I read the name under the bracelet box. "More than a mere employee can afford for sure," someone chuckled from behind me. I slowly looked back to her and found a brunette woman who's looking at me with disgust. She rolled her eyes before approaching the saleslady. "I want it. Give this

Like a dark dream. Rose petals. Deep red. Almost black in the candlelight. Scattered across the marble floor in a deliberate path. Leading from the entrance through the living room to the dining area. Like a trail of blood. Like marking territory. The dining table. Transformed. Black silk tablecloth. Crystal so fine it looked like ice. Silverware that gleamed like blades. Two settings. Intimate. Private. Perfect. And in the center—champagne. Dom Pérignon Rosé. $40,000 a bottle. Chilling in a bucket of ice carved to look like a rose. Decadent. Excessive. Exactly right.

I spare a glance at Nick, who’s walking alongside me, his palm at the small of my back (where I like it) as the maître d’—dressed in grey tails with gloves—escorts us to the table Claire has reserved for us against the wall of windows that overlooks the marina. I’ve chosen a satiny sapphire, slightly off-the-shoulder sheath with complementary platform shoes that have Swarovski crystals embedded in the five-inch heels. I’m carrying a sparkly silver triangular clutch with a diamond-encrusted ring handle. Forgoing a necklace, I instead found the perfect pair of flashy diamond-and-platinum dangling earrings and a matching tennis bracelet in my new jewelry wardrobe.

A woman near the fountain dropped her champagne flute as the glass shattered on the stone. Xavier did not move. His jaw tightened until the bone showed against his skin as his fingers opened. The navy velvet ring box fell from his hand, hitting the marble with a dull thud, bounced once, and lay open near his shoe. The diamond inside caught the chandelier light. Then the crowd shouted at us as. Mira crossed the distance between us in strides, her arm swung wide and she gave Xavier’s left cheek a hot slap which people never expected. The sound echoed off the glass walls of the conservatory as everyone gasped in shock.

Mr Gaston commented in amusement, giving Davien a nudge in the ribcage. Davien shrugged and crossed his arms, watching as Miranda continued to pose but with a different necklace this time. This one was littered with glowing diamonds and making her cerulean eyes pop. “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about,” he replied nonchalantly, and Mr. Gaston sniggered.

Liam remarks to Michel. While glancing out the car window, Liam closes the file. "Hey, let me have a look at this pink one," Rose says to the lady, pointing to the pink diamond. "Yes ma'am, just a minute," the lady says as she hands a little black pendant to a customer. "This is an ordinary pink diamond with a scratch that represents a lost love. Would you like to see the purple one we have?" With a smile, the lady inquires of Rose. "If there are more colours of it, then I can think of more things," Rose explains with a nod.

“ Look at the wine glasses on all the tables.” “ They are intact…”, she notes. “ Exactly!” “The wine must be awful... I'll talk to the waiter right away!” “ Wait…”, I grab her arm, forcing her body to stay where it is. “ What color is the girls' dress?” “ Red, a shade brighter than wine, but still red.” “And what is the name of the cabaret that went down in French history?” “ The Moulin rouge (red mill).” “ You're not that dumb..”.

For a girl whose name I didn't know. One who looked like she'd rather gut me with a spoon than smile in my direction. The same one who'd run me over without ever speaking a word. "Skin" by Rihanna filtered through the club, and I knew it was her final number before I even saw her. The other girls picked clichŽ shit. Diamond was the only dancer in Swank who chose songs that suited her stage presence, and each one ate at me a little more than the last. This girl would devour my soul before it was over, but I couldn't wait for her to feast. It would likely be aggressive and filled with trouble, yet I couldn't wait to get buried in her mess.

"Thank you, your grace." Nylian ruffled his hair and joined his lover for their first dance. "Shall we dance son?" the red-haired offered her dance. "With great pleasure." he bowed to her and held her hand. Everyone was amazed by the two Gemmas dancing next to them. Their shiny red and diamond hairs were brightening the main hall with their strong lights. Jimmy could not stop looking at his mother, he was so happy to finally have her in his life. It was too beautiful that it was so difficult for him to believe it.