It was the only one of its kind. And she knew it. She had dreamt of holding this ring all of her life.
Since she had seen it in that wedding magazine as a child in the salon waiting for her mother’s hair to be finished.
It had been in a multitude of her dreams. She finally had it on her finger and life was good, great in fact, perfect, for her.
She smiled a self satisfied grin from ear to ear. She was in love with the perfect ring and nothing could dampen her mood.








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