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he said, his voice carrying just enough for everyone to hear.
Across the table, Stephan’s fork scraped harshly against his plate.
My stomach sank even before I opened it.
Inside, nestled against black satin, was a necklace, thin gold chain, delicate but striking, holding a rare gem that shimmered a soft silvery-blue.
I have only ever read about such stones. They came from SilverClaw territory and were worth more than some people’s homes.
“Oh, it’s beautiful!” Venita gasped, clapping her hands.
“It’s so gorgeous,” my mum gushed. “Ashar, you shouldn’t have… you’re already the perfect son-in-law. Truly perfect.”
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