Her coat was slightly worn at the sleeves. Her shoes carried dust from the street. A few strands of her brown hair clung damply to her cheek from the drizzle outside. She looked like a misplaced memory in a room built for perfection.
Still, she stepped forward.
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Each footstep echoed too loudly against the marble floor.
A woman behind the counter noticed her almost immediately. Blonde, poised, dressed in a sharp black suit, she smiled the way people do when they’ve already decided what you’re worth.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
Lily swallowed. “I… I was hoping someone could look at a ring.”
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