Vermeil In Gold Lilia の小説・ストーリー

“The driver knows where to go.” The dress was actually sweet and simple — something Lilith could’ve definitely envisioned hanging in her closet that she could get multiple wears out of. It was customized again, and fit her like a glove — a navy blue jersey material that was so soft it gleamed under the right light. To her horror and, if she was being honest, her delight, there was also a necklace and earring set included. The earrings were sapphire studs that had to be at least three carats, while the necklace was a deceptively simple golden chain holding several disks set with diamonds and sapphires. “Um, is that a BVLGARI?” Lora demanded as Lilith borrowed yet another pair of her heels.

asked Claire . " Is this......Is this for me ? " asked Melani staring at the necklace surprised . " Yes ! " said Claire . " .....It's...........very beautiful . Extremely beautiful .........Is this.....made from real gold ? " asked Melani . " From pure gold , a limited first edition of this kind of product . Also , the shiny gem in the shiny gem in the middle is a pure diamond too . " said Claire amused as she looked at her mother's shocked expression . " Claire ?....... " said Melani when she saw the price of the necklace .

Señor Ramirez boomed. Drago ignored him and stared at the Golden Leaf in awe. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his face serious and focused. “2…2…1…2,” he whispered. Golden sparkles burst out as the Leaf glowed more intensely, its glimmering rays almost blinding us. Drago smiled in triumph. He reached his hand out and gently lifted the Golden Leaf from its position. There were a few moments of silence as our breaths were snatched away by the sheer elegance and majesty of the extraordinary object.

For three days, the kingdom bled gold. Seraphina tore through the palace like a woman possessed. She ordered the caskets cast in solid gold, lined with the softest velvet from the southern coast, fabric so expensive it could’ve fed a village for a year. Ten thousand white lilies arrived by carriage, their perfume so heavy it made people dizzy as they walked behind the procession. The pyres weren’t built from common wood. She demanded sandalwood and cedar, soaked in rare oils that filled the air with clouds of sweet smoke.

She backed up until the edge of Damien’s bed touched the back of her legs. “Elara,” Alexander murmured, “your veins are still glowing.” Her breath caught. She looked down—and realized he was right. A faint silver shimmer pulsed beneath her skin, like buried moonlight. She swore softly and dragged the sleeve of her hoodie down. “Side effects,” she muttered. “They’ll fade.” “They’re not fading. They’re intensifying.” “Elara?” a weak voice rasped. She turned so fast her neck twinged. Damien’s eyes were open—unfocused, hazy, but open.

I eat absolutely everything in front of me and then sit up straight to let the food settle in my tummy. “So, I ran all your tests and there is a few things I would like to discuss with you before the Alpha King comes to talk to you” I just nod yes “So there is a significant amount of wolfsbane, silver and mistletoe to name a few in your blood stream. Do you know how it got there? And how are you still alive?” She asked with a curious look on her face.

Old Madam Vale with clear displeasure opens the box. Inside lay a full set of jewelry forged in white gold with rare pink diamonds and rare crimson stone set in the designs, light dancing through intricate craftsmanship. Gasps run across the hall. Until Lydia steps forward with a soft laugh. “How interesting,” she said sweetly, presenting an identical piece. “What a coincidence. I brought the original.”

The scent of Casablanca lilies was supposed to be romantic. To Sabizina Moretti, it smelled like a funeral. She stood before the floor-to-ceiling gilded mirror in the bridal suite of the Vane Cathedral, a structure of glass and steel built specifically for this day. Her dress was a masterpiece of Valenciennes lace and hand-stitched pearls, costing more than the average person earned in a lifetime. It was heavy—a beautiful, shimmering suit of armor that weighed thirty pounds and felt like a lead coffin.

I ended the call before he could finish that sentence. The scent of Ethiopian coffee and butter croissants greeted us when we arrived at the private lounge of Glow Jewelry. Hugo pulled out a chair for me, whispering, “I just want to make sure your finger is happy before the night comes.” Across from us, Madame Valeria Glow—a refined woman with silver hair and an ivory-white suit—opened a purple velvet box. Three ring designs were displayed: a pale blue oval sapphire flanked by baguette diamonds, a light yellow marquise set in rose gold, and lastly, a large colorless brilliant cut surrounded by a halo as delicate as morning dew.