After I agreed to marry Quentin, the first thing he did upon arriving in Marina Sands was to find me. The second thing was to track down the most famous jewelry designer in the country to custom-make a ring for me. To facilitate the communication, the designer and I exchanged phone numbers. During the wait, Justin tenderly blew on Alice's hand as he comforted her. “That worthless stone of hers doesn’t matter. If you wear it, you’ll only lower your status. Don’t worry, I’ll go to Tiffany's and bid on a bespoke gemstone for you.” Then Justin glanced at me with disdain.“Poor people are just pathetic, never having seen anything of value. They treat trash as treasure, with no class at all,” he said sarcastically. I wasn’t about to back down. “Yes, you’re right. I’ve had bad taste, mistaking trash for treasure. But now, I see things clearly. Trash belongs in the trash can, surrounded by other trash, so it doesn’t stink up the place.” “You!” Justin heard the underlying meani
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