Scars Of A Broken Bond

With surprise still etched on Sabrina’s face, Tyrone gingerly selected a woman’s ring from the display. He gently lifted her left hand, Slipping the ring onto her finger. Looking at it, he asked, “Do you like it?”

Collecting herself, Sabrina raised her gaze to meet his.

The chandelier in the VIP room cast a soft Light, bathing Tyrone in a gentle aura.

Sabrina’s gaze drifted away from him, settling on her left hand.

The diamond adorning the ring sparkled brilliantly under the Light, almost too dazzling to bear.

Not missing a beat, the manager complimented enthusiastically, “Mr. Blakely, your choice is impeccable. This diamond ring is not just beautifully crafted but unique. Miss Chavez’s hand is one of the most stunning I’ve seen. Her fair skin and slender fingers accentuate the beauty of the ring.”

Sabrina examined her hand once again, shaking her head gently. “It’s too flashy. It doesn’t match my everyday style.”

One for collection, the

manager’s eyes brightened at Tyrone’s proposal, eagerly supporting his idea. “Miss Chavez, Mr. Blakely cares for you deeply. This ring is a testament to that. It’s stunning. The man’s ring is equally

both part of our new collection, and they would suit

another set of rings, promoting them

it with one adorned with a smaller diamond, asking,

This ring was simple.

on display, Sabrina pointed at the one on her finger. “I choose

now,” the manager chimed in, hiding her

as she heard Tyrone say, “We’ll take that pair as

lit up.