Ascension of a Gamma
It was Mother’s – the same necklace I saw in that painting.
“She wore it on her wedding day. They’d be so happy seeing you wear it, Bella,” he said.
My fingers touched the smooth surface of the finely cut diamond at the center and the string of diamonds that lead to it. As the light hit it, numerous colors spotted my skin.
“It’s beautiful.”
I turned and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Thank you.”
“Thank you, little moonshine,” he said, hugging me back.
“Why are you all here? The ceremony’s… woah…” Rigel walked in complaining, only to stop when he saw me. “Liam’s going to have a hard time at the ceremony,” he said, chuckling.