Arthur finally pulled out the velvet box. It wasn't a diamond, and it didn't cost a fortune, but as Clara slipped it on, it shone brighter than anything money could ever touch.
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Clara was humming along, her hips swaying as she closed the register. "Listen to that," she laughed. "Easy for them to say, isn't it? They've got all the money in the world now."
The night he planned to give it to her, the radio in the shop was blaring the new hit: “Can’t Buy Me Love.” Paul McCartney’s voice soared over the frantic beat, shouting about how diamond rings didn't mean a thing if they weren't backed by the real deal.