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Inside the exquisite box revealed an engraved seal stamp. When he picked it up and took a look, he could confirm that his name was engraved on it—an emblem of 'Ernest Jones'.
This was the first time in his life where he had been given his very own personal seal. It was made of fine material, looked simple, elegant, and the base was polished to a curved oval.
Ernest held the seal stamp in his hands and thumbed through the metal engraving. The cool touch seeped into his heart, but somehow it kept beating inexplicably warmer.
From the looks of it, Leah must have carved it herself.
He was surprised yet again. He remembered seeing the seal stall at the downtown market the previous afternoon. She stood there and said a few words to the stall owner, looking smart and charming.
This seal was carved by her.
Ernest never expected Leah to be such a talented girl. How could a young girl be such a great sculptor?