Chapter 13: Persnickety

Gold would look too bright on her. That silver is too pale.

Oliver frowns as he looks at band after band.

That stone is too heavy for her delicate fingers.

He searches, knowing it has to be perfect.

Too wide. Too narrow.

Clusters look too funny.

He's a Keeper, and this is so far out of his comfort zone. He's ready to rip out his hair when he finally sees it.

Thin silver band, a small diamond that looks like a crescent moon.

"That one," he says to the shopkeeper.

As he holds it in his hand, he knows he's found the ring as perfect as his intended.