[Hazel]
Anwar didn’t say anything, but his face said it all. My polite sidestep of his legacy offer had clearly bruised his ego. His cheerful demeanor dimmed a notch, and suddenly, the black diamond ring that was going to take a day or two now apparently needed a more than two weeks.
“I am sorry, that's all I got.” He said, letting out a tired sigh. “It’s the holiday season. I’m already swamped, and honestly—my hands just aren’t what they used to be. I am getting old, you know.”
Translation: You ignored my offer, now suffer the wait.
But I wasn’t going down without a try.
I begged. And pleaded. I reminded him that this was for a bride—his ex-wife’s niece, no less—and that if the ring wasn’t ready in time, the whole wedding might descend into a soap opera meltdown. I even threw in a co
