Diamonds?
I’ve gotten diamonds as gifts before.
But always from relatives.
Or that one ring from C. The truce ring. That fucking thing.
Well, C basically ruined my ideal of a diamond from a boyfriend. Shattered.
But I’ve never gotten diamonds from a coworker before….
…Married, with little girls, and yet he gives me diamonds….
Not sure if they’re real, off to get them authenticated and appraised this weekend.
WHY did I get such a gift from a coworker? For being me. *shrug* Whatever that means… Well, considering he’s one of a few that stumbled here all on his own, and the pictures he’s seen, stories he’s read, maybe that’s what he means?
He showed up today at my desk during break. He had a small container holding a handful of diamonds his grandfather had given him sooooo long ago. He doesn’t know what to do with them; plans for setting a bunch into a shiny ring for his wife, but the rest…. He says I deserve a few. I turned down the largest (if real, possibly 2carats) and opted for two pin-drops and a small marquise. At the very least, I could make myself a pretty little ring *shrug*
