CHAPTER EIGHT
The jewelry store was located down a small, winding road a little way along from the harbor. Emily was a ball of nerves as she and Daniel walked hand in hand along the sidewalk. The familiar roads seemed suddenly new to Emily, like everything was changing before her very eyes.
Emily and Daniel paused at the large glass windows of the store so that Emily could browse the rings on display. Warm light came from inside the store, which was small but bright and welcoming, with wooden floorboards and a worn red rug. It almost looked more like someone’s living room than a store, which made Emily feel a little more relaxed.
The bell above the door tinkled as they opened it. Daniel strolled in, seemingly far more at ease than Emily herself was. She entered with a little more trepid
