A Little Story About Everlasting Warmth and a Certain Sparkle There I was, sitting by the window in my little workshop, sipping a steaming mug of builders' tea. Outside, a gentle drizzle tapped against the pane, and the world seemed to slow down to a comfortable hum. My mind drifted, as it often does, to all the wonderful pieces of jewellery that have passed through our hands, each one a little capsule of someone's affection. I was remembering a couple, young and still giddy with that fresh, head-over-heels adoration, who came in looking for something truly special, something that spoke to the...
