Getting married

I stared in awe at the shining gem lying in my hand for a few long minutes. Its color was intensely blue, and no matter from what angle I looked at it, the stone was perfectly clear. I had never seen anything as beautiful. Did Aren truly want me to have it? It felt surreal. Wasn't it some kind of family heritage, passed from generation to generation? It was more than obvious that the "diamond" in the name of Aren's company wasn't a coincidence either. How could I become the new owner of something like that?

I put the diamond back into the pocket of the jewelry box and grabbed my phone since I had little knowledge about expensive gems. As soon as I googled the basic information, I froze, realizing that the pretty blue stone inside the box could be worth more than twenty million dollars! Certainly, that wasn't a sum of money that could overwhelm Aren, but I was close to a heart attack! Two seconds later, I was calling Aren, with my heart thundering with anxiety.

"Hello, Sunshine," he sa