She had been busy at the clinic all day. It wasn't until Gary insisted she head home that she finally changed out of her uniform, exhausted and ready to leave, only to receive a call from Vincent. He told her he had retrieved her mother's diamond bracelet from William S. Lancaster and wanted to return it to her.
Overjoyed, she grabbed her bag and rushed out. This news felt like the only glimmer of light in her otherwise dreary life of late.
In the quiet little restaurant, under the soft glow of the lights, Vincent's gaze was full of tenderness as he looked at her.
"Cynthia, I know how much you've wanted this bracelet back. Now, it can finally return to its rightful owner."
Cynthia lowered her gaze to the emerald bracelet on the table. It radiated the same calm brilliance as ever. Her hands trembled slightly as she picked it up, cradling it like a treasure. Memories of a beautiful, slender woman flooded her mind—the bracelet adorning her fair wrist.
