♥ Lance ♥
The bell above the door chimed as I stepped into the jeweler Shane had told me about. The air inside felt cool and still, a sharp contrast to the busy street outside. Light caught on glass and stone everywhere I looked, small sparks on velvet trays. I paused for a second and let myself take it in. This was the place where Shane had chosen the ring that now sat on Megan’s finger. He had said the owner understood more than metal and stones. He had said the woman understood people. A slim woman in a dark vest looked up from behind the counter.
“Good afternoon,” she said. “How may I help you?”
“I am looking for an engagement ring,” I said. My voice came out steady, but inside, my heart felt heavier than usual. In a good way. “My friend Shane bought a ring here recently. He recomme
