Having quit my job, I no longer needed to waste time learning computer science–a field I never loved.[]
My college degree was in jewelry design, and now I could finally return to my passion. That afternoon, I was sketching in my parents‘ garden room when Alexander arrived unexpectedly.[]
He brought me a pearl and diamond tiara. I recognized it immediately as an antique from the last century that I’d seen in books.
The lover’s knot design had always captivated me, with lustrous pearls arranged in perfect gradation, brilliantly integrated with diamonds that resembled lovers‘ teardrops suspended from the crown.[]
When he presented it to me, I protested that I hadn’t done anything to deserve such a gift. Alexander replied that he had purchased it long ago for his future fiancée–it was simply finding its rightful owner now.
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Finally understanding, I mentioned that I had fallen in love with this exact tiara on my eighteenth birthday, but someone had outbid me with an astronomical offer.
It had been Alexander all along.[]
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But how could he have known I would love this gift back then?
Alexander explained that when he was sixteen, he had nearly drowned after collapsing on a beach in Oahu. I had saved him with a life preserver.]
When he opened his eyes, he’d memorized my face, thinking as if I were some divine apparition. By coincidence, my college professor turned out to be Alexander’s mother.]
