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Addie
The engagement ring was a strange, beautiful weight on my finger. I wasn’t used to wearing rings on my left hand, but I also knew I wouldn’t take it off except to clean it. As I stared down at the diamond in the bright light from the fixture mounted above the bathroom mirror, I couldn’t help being mesmerized by the sparks of brilliance that seemed to emanate from the stone every time I moved. Glints of blue and rose and pale yellow, all sparkling up and down the spectrum from the intricate facets deep within.
I wouldn’t allow myself to think about how much it must have cost. Not that I knew very much about diamonds — i.e., nothing at all — but I had to believe that a stone so clear and bright and perfectly cut must have been very expensive.
He can afford it, I told myself, whic
