Novel & Cerita Sparkling Diamonds Moulin Rouge

Chapter 37 The lights at Marvin's Lounge sparkled like a million captured stars, flickering against the polished gold accents of the room. Everything shimmered—glassware, chandeliers, even the manicured smiles of the guests around us. It was a space designed for royalty, and tonight, for the first time in my life, I felt a little like one. Dolly twirled next to me in her sky-blue gown, laughing as she snagged two mocktails from a passing waiter. "This place is insane! I feel like we just walked into a scene from Gossip Girl—but with better lighting."

He had a keen eye, and his decisions were always quick and precise. I was wearing a simple, black fishtail dress that night. I wasn't wearing any jewelry, but Oliver had immediately picked me out in the crowd. "Julia York?" he asked as he approached me, smiling while raising his glass at me. "I've admired you for a long time." "You know who I am, Mr. Rosenfield?" I asked politely in response. "Chuck Garrison's ex-wife, the original president of Starlight Group, and the heiress of the York family. It would be even more surprising if I didn't know who you were."

After his shower, Heath emerged to find Aurora about to leave. In a bold move, he playfully insisted she join him, resulting in Aurora, albeit reluctantly, preparing for a bath. As she was about to undress, her eyes caught the delicate sparkle of the diamond ring on her hand. Bathed in the warm, yellow light, the pink diamond gleamed softly. Its design was both petite and intricate, highlighting the gem's size and brilliance while accentuating the slender beauty of Aurora's fingers.

Aldrin asked as he scratched his head “One of the duchesses has made an order for 6.” “Okay.” Mira nodded. Aldrin handed her 60 gold coins. “Do you have glittering pieces that I can use for my work?” Mira asked without confidence. She had seen the stuff in her previous life, but she didn’t know what they were called. Aldrin took her around to the sections where he had all things sparkly. Mira looked around before spotting what she wanted, the copper-colored reflective bits of metal. “This…. I want this…” Mira pointed excitedly.

Priscilla asked in false innocence. Matteo sighed and indulged her. He had no choice. She was going to find a way to satisfy her desires either way. "Let's hear it, " He curtly replied and folded his free hand. He stopped trying to put on some clothes. "Do you know Diamond Sapphires by any chance?" Priscilla asked. Diamond Sapphires was a multi million dollar company that dealt in the importation and exportation of real pure diamonds. Matteo had met the CEO once or twice, a fifty years old man whose name was James Molten.

“What is it?” Paula asked her from the side. Zara pointed at the screen and showed her the shiny thing. “Look at here. Lucien was driving me out” She played the video of him driving her out and a sparkle appeared when they were passing the main gate. She froze the screen and pointed at the sparkle. “Look, Look here. Did you see the sparkle? It’s as if he put something on his hand but as long as I remember Lucien’s not a fan of accessories. It reflected because of the sunlight from the window and sparkled. I want to see what it is”

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.

My hand firmly tucked in the crook of his arm, Mason leads me up a flight of steps and into the open doors of the mansion. I take in the luxurious, grand decor, barely stopping my mouth from going slack. Some private, little get together this is. The decor looks like something straight from Anna Cymbal's Home Affairs magazine. Yes, Anna Cymbal is a world class interior decorator. Shimmering gold and sparkling crystals wink and blink on every surface. Soft, classical music fills the air. The White Jade rose, the most expensive member of the rose family, only found in France, decorates almost every surface.

The girls met at the Watering Hole for wings and music for their weekly ritual of dancing to live music, eating spicy wings, loaded potato skins, and drinking beer. That was as rowdy as they got in rebellion into their restrictive lives. They were single and members of local packs. With their meal done, the dancing began. Jules asked Amber Mills, daughter of the Blue Dalia Pack Alpha. “Amber, what’s with your cousin Ty and his friend? Why haven’t we met them before?” Jules thought she kept things light.

The audience would get a show of a different kind. It didn't get any easier to control my urges when she changed for her next dance or when I sat at the bar and watched her cast a spell on me, stripping to "Skin." There was something about the way Diamond connected her body to Rihanna's music that did me in. And I'd never tire of seeing her drop a corset during a song's climax; although, I could do without anyone else witnessing it.