We stopped at a jewelry store and went inside. The manager seemed to be expecting us because he was already waiting at the entrance. He guided us into a private room.
Several pieces of jewelry were displayed on the table—new collections, it seemed.
One bracelet immediately caught my attention. It was an emerald bracelet with a glassy blue background. Somehow, it reminded me of Alexander's blue eyes.
The manager soon returned with a beautifully decorated small box.
"CEO Blackwood, here's the bracelet," he said as he placed it on the table and opened it.
My eyes widened.
At first glance, it looked simple, but it was made from rare stones found only in the mountains of the region Nana came from. The craftsmanship was exquisite—it must have taken a long time to make.
Alexander must have had it custom-made for Grandma long ago.
"It's beautiful," I said softly.
"Indeed it is," the manager replied proudly.
Suddenly Alexander spoke.
"Bring that bracelet."
