Chloe
I slid the picture across the glass counter, pushing it toward the woman. "Here, can you get something like this?"
She leaned in, studying the picture closely. My heart pounded as I waited, silently praying for the answer I wanted. But then, she straightened and gave me a polite smile. "I'm sorry, ma’am, but we can’t make the exact same ring. This piece was customized by an expert. We don’t have the capacity to replicate it exactly. Maybe you should try another shop."
I pressed my fingers to my temple, a headache forming. This was the fourth jewelry store that had told me the exact same thing.
After leaving the cafe, I’d spent the entire day searching, going from one place to another, hoping someone could duplicate the wedding ring. But no one could.
I swallowed hard. If I coul
