Her Hidden Crowns (Suzanne and Austin)

Chapter 285

"Here's your gift," Austin stated.

Suzanne turned to him, her gaze falling on the small square box he placed before her.

His eyes held a trace of amusement as he said warmly, "Go on. Open it."

Yasmine and Aaron smiled as they watched.

Suzanne traced her fingers over the box, its velvet texture soft to the touch. Picking it up carefully, she lifted the lid.

Her eyes lit up instantly. Inside lay a platinum necklace adorned with multicolored gemstones. To an untrained eye, it might seem ordinary, but Suzanne recognized its origin at a glance.

It was a custom piece from the Art Deco era, commissioned by Iluria nobility. Handcrafted in gold, it featured inlays of aquamarine and diamonds. The design was inspired by leaves-each one meticulously textured and sculpted by hand, exuding both elegance and timeless charm.

"An antique necklace like this has a starting price in the millions. Well done, brat! You spoil your wife with something this exquisite, yet I never got such treatment!" Yasmine teased.

Austin remained unfazed. "You have Aaron. You don't need me pampering you."

Yasmine was momentarily speechless while Aaron chuckled but wisely stayed out of it.

Suzanne felt a flicker of awkwardness, but there was no denying the necklace's beauty and rarity. It was exactly her style.

fascinated with collecting antique jewelry, eager to study the craftsmanship behind them. Yet despite years

Austin had gifted her one for

eyes filled

admired the necklace up close, too hesitant to touch it.

highly

get it. The thought of him putting in so

gaze never left her. Seeing her genuinely pleased brought a rare smile to his lips.

Yasmine observed Austin and

ovelbet

first time had seen him like

he was deeply

to Suzanne. The joy on Suzanne's face was

enough to tell the difference. Suzanne was nothing like those materialistic

a genuine respect for the craftsmanship and history behind such a rare piece. A woman like her

then, Emma's head popped out from the side of the

it on Aunt Suzanne!" she urged.

to her, pinching her round

refuse,

Aaron. They both smiled,

was already holding the necklace, waiting for her

say no. She wore a smile and nodded. Wearing such a piece was an