DAVIN

“They are so pretty,” she breathed, her voice light, almost reverent.

I barely registered the diamonds as I was busy watching her—the way her eyes lit up, how her lips parted slightly in awe.

“Oh—look, Davin. This looks so beautiful with leaves. I think I’ve seen this design somewhere.”

She turned to me with that spark in her eyes, pointing at a delicate bracelet woven with emerald green leaves and tiny diamonds with small glass roses tucked in them.

I stepped closer, not to see the piece, but to be near her, to breathe in the same excitement she was breathing.