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Picking up from last week’s post from a fantasy WiP tentatively titled Wild Worker. Ciana’s father is making a delivery and she is tending the jewelry shop.
The old woman nodded approvingly. “Good. I have some gems I’d like to have set into jewelry to give to my granddaughter.”
“Feel free to look around and see if there are any settings you like. Are you looking for necklaces, rings, bracelet, pins, earrings?”
“Not earrings, but possibly all of the rest.” She moved slowly through the store, looking at the displays, and shook her head. “Back in my day, when your grandfather was the jewelry, The House of Woodrose used to be the best jewelry store in the city,” she said sadly.
“We still are,” Ciana protested.
“Oh, you still have fine jewels,” the old woman replied. “But the designs your father makes…” She shook her head. “I’ve seen dead garden slugs with more creativity than he’s ever demonstrated.”
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