[Elisabeth]
The day I came back to Mystic Falls, I was euphoric. Like, nothing-could-go-wrong kind of happy. I had my dream wedding jewelry in my hands—custom-designed, exclusive, glittering with promise—straight from Silver Arc Jewels.
Hazel had made it happen. My cousin. The “senior designer” of their Broadway branch.
I couldn’t stop smiling.
The next morning, I was still glowing as I answered a video call from Tina.
“Okay, brace yourself,” I said, holding the camera at just the right angle. “Because what I’m about to show you is unreal.”
“Oh, God,” she laughed. “Is this about your wedding jewelry again?”
I smirked and held the necklace closer to the camera, angling it so the light caught every shimmering facet. “Not just any jewelry, Tina. My dream jewelry. Custom made, exclusive
