The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 674

At the Venus Gold Standard International Jewelry Design Awards, anticipation buzzed through the air.

At the judges' table sat true legends-icons whose names were woven into the fabric of art history itself. Their eyes, sharp and unyielding, missed nothing, scrutinizing each piece with the kind of authority only decades of devotion could bring.

The finalists' creations-each one a labor of love-rested carefully beneath bulletproof glass domes, spotlights catching every glint and shadow. Imagination, painstaking craftsmanship, and the world's most precious stones came together here, pushing the boundaries of what jewelry could be.

Right among these treasures was Evelyn's showstopper, “Rebirth.”

At its center blazed a rare, fifteen-carat, blood-red ruby-not cut to sterile perfection, but designed to look as if it had splintered and, against all odds, come together again. The "cracks" weren't flaws: they were delicately set with diamond dust, following the ruby's natural lines, giving the illusion of a heart that's been broken, yet is still beating.

rainbows-richer, more dazzling than the ruby alone could ever be.

nearly destroyed Evelyn. The diamond "cracks" were the pain, the scars of a mother and daughter torn apart. But the gem hadn't shattered. Its structure, so thoughtfully designed, let the light pour

vines and blooming flowers curled tenderly around the piece, the warmest, most hopeful parts of the design.

never fades for t

vines grew from

how Charlie's survival had

her craft, Evelyn poured out everything she felt for her daughter-the heartbreak of loss, the wild joy of reunion, and

a chord in anyone who saw it,

caught the judges'

veterans softening, their a