Sarah
An elegant boutique on the upper floor greeted us warmly. Pausing to soak in the ambiance, I admired the rich burgundy velvet walls that served as a luxurious backdrop to the gleaming glass display cases showcasing glittering jewelry.
While Megan and Rebecca browsed the items, I observed the vigilant security and attentive staff at each stand.
"Come here, Ms. Sarah," Azuré, the jewelry shop owner, called to me. She led me to a single, elegant red couch and offered me some champagne.
"Sarah, what do you think about these cufflinks?" Jane asked as she approached, accompanied by a staff member who was protecting the cufflink. "Do you think they'd suit Brother Philip?"
I picked up the expensive item and examined it closely. I imagined Philip wearing them with his favorite deep nav
