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Clara seemed to notice my discomfort as she made an attempt to make small talk. "Did you ever know that Alaska was not born Nightshade?" She asked. "She once told me she was from a different pack. She didn't tell me their name. She only mentioned that their ways were different. What about it?" "I have been reading the Rose journals about your people," Clara confessed. "Some of them mentioned something about how a De' crescent's heart is as pure as a diamond. Very much is unknown about your mother's pack but I did read there were exceptionally loved by the goddess." She paused to look at me. "It might be a stretch but perhaps that is why the rejection failed." Clara then placed a jewelry box

“Since you don’t want it, the necklace has lost its value. I believe diamonds are worthless. Its value hinges on the wearer.” “You spent 10 million dollars on it.” Darcy, kind as she was, felt bad. She got up to retrieve the necklace from the trash can. Nevertheless, someone else was one step ahead of her at scooping the Pink Rose from the trash can. Holding the diamond necklace in his hand, Kaze turned to Kiev. “You’re right, Kiev. This diamond is worthless. I won’t want Darcy to wear it because it’s a knockoff.” He closed his palm. The 10-carat Pink Rose, a diamond famed for its toughness, was crushed and reduced to powder.

Whitney climbed on top of Hollis so they could roll around in the bright white snow, shoving it in each other's faces and squealing with glee. To some, Whitney's life in California may have seemed glamorous and perfect. Anyone on the outside would've said so. Not even a year ago, Hollis thought pill popping and fucking different women at parties was the best way to live- but as they held onto each other for dear life, nuzzling their noses together and laughing, the lovers understood one thing; Not all that glitters sometimes turns out to be the rarest kind of gold out there. And they had their own precious piece of it.

And then Diamond. She'd wrapped a jacket around herself, but she still wore the fishnets and the heels. My dick twitched as her hair whipped around her cheeks in the wind, and she lifted her hand to move it. Then, her eyes caught mine just like they had on stage, and she held on for a beat longer than comfortable. Yet before I could determine what it was I'd seen or what she might have tried to communicate, she got into the back of a Lexus that belonged to Union 21.

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.

Daniel asked breaking the silence, looking at Rose who took a breath. " Because she would have told me-" then earned an eye roll from Daniel and sigh from Edna. "- and the fact that she do not like diamond. Have you ever saw her earring diamond? No because she does not like it. But still she had one red diamond ring on her finger." Rose explained, she had a fair share of shopping together with Hazel so she knew her likes and dislikes.

They both smiled and danced together, enjoying each other's presence and remembering all the good and bad times they lived since Jimmy's arrival to Fantasía. The guests exchanged partners every time, it was an important part of the dance. Jimmy danced with strangers and he did not mind it because he was having a good time. Moments later, the Duke was holding his waist and smiling at him. "It is a pleasure to dance with you, your grace," Jimmy whispered shyly. "All the pleasure is mine, my dear. You are a very good dancer." "Thank you." the diamond-haired smiled. Another announcement interrupted their valse. "THE PRINCE OF ROSA!"

“It’s Rose. My name is Rose.” Sam grinned, repeating it under his breath. “Rose.” As she disappeared into the office, he sat on the bike, heart racing,Rose. The name already felt like it belonged to him. Back at Westwood mansion, Diana sat in her study, the diamond glittering on her desk. She leaned back in her chair and told Kelvin that didn't she say she will get the diamonds, “Mr Georgia thought I’d never win but I always win.”

he pointed to her hand, eyes narrowed. “Oh, this?” She couldn’t stop from grinning. Her face hurt from smiling. “It’s an engagement ring.” Heath’s eyes narrowed to slits as Jubilee and Sara gasped, grabbing Rose’s hand. Heath turned to Seth. “You didn’t buy her a diamond?” “Diamonds are boring.” Seth shrugged. Before Heath could argue, Rose interjected, “I agree with Seth. I prefer colorful stones. And the ring he bought me is gorgeous.” “Oh, congratulations! I’m so happy for you two.” Jubilee hugged her. Soon, the rest of the family was packed into the entrance hall and they were being inundated with congratulations.

He was sitting on the sofa— in a three-piece suit. Top buttons open. Hair perfectly styled. Completely irresistible. But— he didn’t even look at her. That hurt. 🥺 Soon— Arthur said, “I’ll bring Rose myself. She said she’ll come with me.” Everyone left for the party— except Daniel. Just then— Rose walked down the stairs. And Daniel froze. She was wearing a dark green gown. Diamond bracelet. A delicate chain. High heels. Hair styled elegantly. Light makeup. Dark maroon lips.