Giselle's POV
The shining antique ring gained my attention as I stood there watching at its massive blue diamond. It was a beautiful piece and at that moment if anything I wanted was it.
"Hello, ma'am. You have a nice choice. This is our solo piece and it is a vintage one," the salesman told me and I smirked as my finger trailed on it.
"How much?" I asked and wore his gloves as he brought it out from the glass box, keeping it before me as it dazzled. My fingers itched to touch it and he smiled as he picked it up and asked my hand so that he could slip it on me. I forwarded my hand and he slipped the ring to my index finger as it slipped perfectly and I smiled looking at it.
It was an emerald cut diamond set on a platinum band and it revered for its rare, light pink hue. I loved the color and as it set on my finger. It was as if it was meant just for me.