Before Susan died, she made me promise something. Her grandmother’s gold jewelry set (earrings, necklace, and bracelet) would go to River on her wedding day. It was not meant for everyday wear or for dress-up.
It was exclusively for her wedding day.
I kept that promise locked in a box in my closet. River knew about it.
Even Alice and Luke knew about it. Everyone understood that this wasn’t negotiable.
Then Luke’s fiancée, Amber, entered the picture.
She showed up at our house last Tuesday. She had this way of smiling that never reached her eyes.
She was seemingly polite but something felt off.
We were in the kitchen when she dropped the bomb. “So, I was in your room earlier,” she said, stirring her coffee like we were discussing the weather. “I saw that beautiful gold set in your closet.”
I froze for a second.
“You were in my bedroom?”
“It belongs to River. It’s not for anyone else.”
Amber tilted her head, that fake smile spreading wider.
“Well, she’s too young for it anyway. I could give it some life. It would look amazing on me at my friend Lia’s wedding this weekend.”
The audacity hit me like a slap.
“Absolutely not! That jewelry is not mine to give. It belongs to my daughter, and one day she’ll wear it.
End of story.”
Amber’s face twisted into something ugly for just a second before the smile returned. “You’re being dramatic, Jim!”
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