The following morning, I rose punctually and headed to the hotel to get ready. After changing, the makeup artist presented me with a jewelry box.
"Ms. Lawson, you're so fortunate. Your future husband is not only handsome but also thoughtful. He asked me to help you wear this necklace!"
I took the box and opened it. There it was, the necklace with diamonds so minute they were almost invisible. John had given it to me on our first anniversary, claiming he had saved up from working part-time for half a year. I was deeply moved, believing it to be the most meaningful gift. On my wedding day, as I toasted with this necklace on, its clasp broke, dropping into my wine glass. In my haste to retrieve it, the necklace lost its luster. That incident became a source of ridicule among my circle. Instead of wearing the ancestral emerald or ruby necklace, the eldest daughter of the Lawson family insisted on a necklace that faded.
I closed the jewelry box without a word and tossed it aside. Sherry happened to enter at that moment.
"Oh, what's on the ground?" She picked up the box and opened it.
"Cynthia, isn't this the symbol of your love with Johnny? Why did you just leave it here?"