Hello, Mr. Andreyev! He seemed taken aback. You are someone I haven't seen for a while. Not since—" he cuts off abruptly, slightly displeased. My apologies. I didn't intend to bring up—"
"It's okay," I respond curtly. A second marriage is in my future. Therefore, I will require rings.
For sure! It would be my pleasure to accept your commission. Would you like them in the near future? Is that six months? "One year?"
"Nine days."
His gaze wanders. "Two weeks?" Honestly, I have no idea—Mr. Andreyev, a high-quality ring—"
You're aware that I'll pay good money. Plus, there's really no complexity. In a pair of golden bands. My soon-to-be bride might require a different size, but I'm sure you have them in stock.
"Nothing for an engagement?" He seems embarrassed. "Are you certain?" No one wo
