Valentine Teller habitually glanced at the tag, carefully counted that there were four zeros after the number nineteen.
It was just as she imagined, this diamond was absolutely worth the price whether in terms of craftsmanship or quality.
If she couldn't afford it, wearing it just to enjoy the thrill wasn't bad either. She's easily satisfied.
Valentine Teller took down one ring, then asked the salesperson to take out another one, tried on many styles, indulging herself with eye and hand candy throughout the entire trying-on process, completely ignoring Mark Reed standing beside her.
Valentine Teller herself didn't know why, she had a special love for jewelry, and this liking wasn't about possession, but appreciation.
Mark Reed kept watching the engrossed Valentine Teller, completely baffled as to why women liked these things which couldn't be eaten or were useful; were they really that good?
"Which one do you like? I'll buy it for you."
