"That's not the Symphony of a New Dawn on your finger."
"That's not possible," Daphne said, letting out a bark of laughter at the sheer audacity of Jean Nott's claims. "The gravity of your accusations is astounding. How dare you claim my wedding ring to be a fake?"
Daphne had realized that it didn't channel her energies as well as before, but she chalked it up to the difference in the quality of aquamarines. The Symphony was a priceless artifact, each jewel must have been painstakingly sourced for by Daphne's ancestors to create the perfect token of love.
It wasn't too strange to think that even Atticus, with his many connections, would find it difficult to find aquamarines good enough to replace their predecessor.
