Although Dahlia loves jewelry—that much is obvious based on her endless rotation of rings, earrings, and necklaces—she hates gaudy wedding rings that can be found at any local jewelry shop. I want a vintage ring like Mom’s, she said once to her sister while they gawked over a cousin’s engagement ring during a birthday party. No way! I want a ring like the mayor’s wife has. Lily beamed. But it’s so basic. Dahlia’s nose scrunched. Who cares so long as it’s big, Lily snorted. Dahlia clears her throat, yanking me away from the memory. “You want me to get rid of it?” I ask. She nods. I’d like
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