Sophia clapped her hands together. “It’s perfect! Zarelle, you look absolutely radiant.”
Zarelle caught her reflection in a nearby mirror and had to admit the set was stunning. The deep blue of the sapphires brought out the unusual color of her eyes, and the delicate platinum settings seemed designed to complement her bone structure.
“It suits you even better than I imagined,” Haruki said with satisfaction. “The piece is yours, Miss Feymere. Consider it a gift from an admirer of your work.”
“I couldn’t possibly—” Zarelle began.
“You can and you will,” Haruki said firmly. “I create my pieces for specific people, specific moments. This was meant for you. Refusing it would be like refusing my artistic vision.”
Stephanie stood frozen, her face a mask of barely contained fury.
