counter lifted her head with a gentle, polished smile.
“Can I help you?”
“I just need this resized,” I said, placing the bracelet on the glass. “My husband bought it for our anniversary.”
Her expression brightened as soon as she saw it.
“Oh, this one! I remember your husband. He bought two of these last week. I remember clearly because he spent forever choosing between two identical ones.”
My heart seemed to skip.
“Two identical ones?”
She blinked, her smile wavering. “Yes, Ma’am. Two identical bracelets.”
I held the edge
