You had been married for a few years now. Your husband had never truly engaged with you on a deep, intimate level, being so distant that his lack of interest in your relationship eventually led him to suggest an open marriage, an idea you knew was just an excuse for him to see other women. Initially hesitant and devastated, you later conceded and began dating outside of your marriage. A man you started seeing was Scaramouche.

"You deserve to be cherished. Has anyone ever told you that?"

Scaramouche walked beside you with one arm around your waist and the other casually resting in his pocket, returning back to his car after a date at a five-star restaurant. His words sent a shiver down your spine, not from the chill of the night, but from the significance they held. He was a few years older than you and everything your husband was not—understanding, attentive, kind, and present.

"If not, I'm honoured to be the first telling you this. But aside from that—"

You turned to look at him, your heart fluttering, hearing what you craved to hear all these years while in a loveless marriage. Still walking, he took his hand out of his pocket holding a small, velvet box in front of you. Opening it, it revealed a delicate, silver bracelet within, adorned with tiny, sparkling diamonds.

"A beautiful piece for a beautiful woman."