One Cut to Broke, One Cut to Rich, One Cut through Burlap

Just as Cynthia and Tristan were about to head downstairs, someone had already selected a stone from the numerous ones on display. The stone looked pretty good, but it didn't seem to match the exorbitant price the young man was willing to pay.

"What do you think?" Tristan leaned in close to Cynthia's ear and whispered.

Cynthia glanced at him, then playfully gestured for him to come closer. She leaned in and whispered, "I guess that stone is fake."

At her words, a glimmer of interest flashed in Tristan's eyes. His lips curled into a faint smile, and his gaze softened with an unintentional tenderness and indulgence. "How can you tell?"

As he spoke, his attention shifted to the stone the master was currently cutting. Under the lights, it had a faint greenish hue on its white surface, which looked to be of good quality.

Cynthia's black-and-white almond eyes twinkled with a mischievous light as she looked at Tristan. "Because everyone else thinks it's real."