He opened the box, and my jaw dropped. It was pearls. A whole string of white pearls as big as my thumb. And from the bottom of that strand, a pink stone hung, encircled by more pearls. “Is that—?” “A pink diamond? It is.” “It’s beautiful.” And more than that, I nearly felt drawn to the stone. A magnetic feeling. I wanted to touch it. Gently closing the box, Raoul smiled again. “I’m glad you think so.”
Hhhmmmm
