No Way to Win Me Back
By noon, Rachel was putting the finishing touches on the display board, documenting every step of the gemstone’s story: from the old Portuguese mine to the fragile brilliance that had inspired every cut and curve.
Grace was coordinating the shipping labels for the prototypes, ensuring nothing went astray, while Jenny double-checked press materials and layouts.
Gideon, who had been quiet today, moved with that measured efficiency of his, anticipating every need without a word.
I stood over the stone one last time, hands brushing its edges lightly, feeling its subtle warmth.
It wasn’t perfect, and it wasn’t supposed to be.
The fractures in the crystal caught the light, dancing like lightning i
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