Eleanor’s Blooming Optimism
Eleanor’s pulse pounded quicker with each minute the jeweler spent studying the stone. The way his fingers expertly flipped it around and his sincere curiosity restored hope. Perhaps—just perhaps—this break was what she so sorely needed.
Eleanor’s Blooming Optimism
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Shadow Of Doubt
But as the minutes passed, a shadow appeared to pass across the jeweler’s face. His initial excitement had been mixed with a brow wrinkle and pursed lips at this point. What could worry him so much?
A lump started to grow in Eleanor’s throat.
Shadow Of Doubt
