"I-" As Samantha slowly turned over the small brooch in her hands, a flood of emotion overtook her, and tears welled up in her eyes. Her little breath caught in her throat.
In her palms, nestled against her warm flesh, lay a brooch unlike any she had ever seen - a masterpiece, a swirl of gold filigree, delicately holding the teeniest cluster of jewels that shimmered in the soft overhead light. Each gemstone, though small, was perfectly set and caught the light in a different way, casting tiny rainbows that danced across her trembling fingers.
Samantha couldn't help but widen her eyes in awe, taking in every intricate detail—the way the gold seemed to twist and flow like a liquid, the way the jewels appeared to glow from within the small brooch shaped like a rose with dripping petals.
