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He snapped, "Stay out of it. Just help me get that jewelry. Then tell Sharon, no, never mind. I’ll ask her out myself. You and Miles can join us for dinner." Then he hung up and sent me the details of the jewelry. I only glanced at it and my jaw dropped into an "O." If he wasn't buying, fine, but if he was, he really went all out. It was a vintage ruby set with a story, necklace, earrings, ring, and bracelet, all cut from the same stone and crafted into a matching set. And the price was shockingly high. It was a starting bid of nine million. He was pulling out all the stops from the get-go?

The girls nodded. Their group waited for the dowager to exchange pleasantries with the prominent ladies of the ton. "The club," Therese gestured to Nicholas and his peers, "bought the entire collection. We, of course, have unique and notable pieces in our vault but those men wanted engagement rings from the Victorian era. The piece you are wearing was made by master jewelers in 1837, a collaboration of Carlo Guiliano and Castellani. It is priceless." She added dreamily. Shit! She felt like hiding her engagement ring in a safe complete with censors inside a heavily secured museum.

I removed the card first. Thick cream stock. His initials embossed in the corner. The handwriting inside was small and deliberate: For the woman who builds empires on borrowed time. I read it twice. Set it face-up on the desk. Then I opened the box. The piece inside was a bracelet. Vintage, clearly, the kind of vintage that has a provenance rather than simply an age, the kind that requires research to find because it does not appear in catalogues or on the open market. Art Deco, platinum setting, a central sapphire of a particular deep blue that I recognized, with the specific jolt of something that has been researched rather than stumbled upon, as matching the color of a bracelet my mother

By late afternoon we were so ready to go; we had practically walked into every store we could find but just as we were about to enter our car and start our journey back to town, I spotted a tiny jewelry store tucked in the corner of the street. “Babe look!” I pointed at it excitedly and he turned and followed the direction of my hand. “It’s a jewelry store, maybe I can get something for Jade” “Alright, let’s go”. The shop was as tiny on the inside. It had from what I could see, mostly antique jewelries. The old man at the counter had a bright smile and he let us wander to find what we wanted. After a little search I found a vintage pearl necklace and matching earrings that was totally Jade’s

I winked at her and she rolled her eyes again and looked away, out the window. I brought out an antique-looking drawstring and brought out the content in it. I could see her swing her eyes back and they widened at the 1000-year-old necklace in my hands. It was a stunning piece of vintage jewelry intricately designed with exquisite rare gemstones. It was a timeless piece that had been passed along from generation to generation by the women in the Turner family. Its platinum chain hit the sun and shone with unmetered elegance. It was an historical piece of the Turners and I had held on to it, keeping it solely for her.

She quickly returned with a jewelry box. Inside the box were her jewelry pieces of simple, everyday designs, nothing that reflected her true taste. Jamie knew her well. Winnie adored bold, vintage-style enamel jewelry, the flashier, the better. “When we picked these out, I told the salesperson we wanted the most affordable options and didn’t bother with designer brands, so we’d get the best value for resale. Gold is gold. It all holds the same worth,” Winnie said with a touch of pride. Jamie was caught off guard, and tears filled her eyes as she reached out, hugging her sister tightly, her sobs growing harder with every moment. “Why are you so good to me?”

The edges of the sleeves and the hem were outlined with pale gold inlaid, and the most brilliant thing was the sporadic diamonds on the skirt, which glittered brilliantly in the light. Nicole could tell at a glance that this was probably a precious antique from the last century. She looked back at the man behind her with a question mark in her eyes. 'Does he really want me to put on such a priceless dress?' Jared just looked at her and gently nudged her forward. He looked at her with his deep-set, focused eyes and said in a charming voice, "Try it out."

The stylist brought over seven or eight hangers and began to match Lucas' clothes, but Jenn was still not satisfied. The stylist urgently borrowed ten hangers of clothes, but Jenn was still not satisfied. Everyone was exhausted by now, and Jenn suddenly brightened and pulled out a vintage cross-back vest from the pile of clothes. Although the colour of this vest was nostalgic, the design was unique, halfway covering and fully embodying the charm of a man's body. This vintage product from FENDU from several years ago couldn't even sell for a high price at a second-hand "seafood market," but it was exactly what Jenn wanted!

"What casting couch? Can't you think of anything wholesome?" Jenny thrust her hand in front of Wendy's face. "I found out this bracelet belonged to European royalty from the 14th century. It's incredibly valuable!" "Fine jewels suit fine ladies. You're just a plain Jane trying to boost your appeal with fancy accessories." "... I'm pretty!"

Valerie was confused, she doesn't even know the one to pick out of these well organized expensive clothes, She saw the jewelry cabinet, A large show case table in the middle of the large room, She was astounded by the glitters and sparkles that almost blind her eyes, The well layered gold wrist watches worth millions of dollars, The golden, diamond and gems necklaces, The assorted gemed bracelets, The rings, and the piercing rings, They were much and expensive, Just the collection in the show through glass cabinet worths about hundreds of million dollars, Valerie realized that she was spending way more time expected, she quickly moved away from the show through glass cabinet, Even though she