Conrad smiled as he walked in to the jewelry store. It smelled like wealth and desperation. He was immediately reminded of Victoria. The display case glistened under the show lights and the diamonds that were contained inside reflected like a million of tiny mirrors. He was always mesmerized in this store. Always. "Mr. Grayson! It's a pleasure to see you back in our store." The familiar chipper voice came from a middle aged woman named Marissa who had been assisting Conrad in buying jewelry for Victoria for over 20 years. "Umm. Hi Marissa." Conrad was obviously distraught. "Can I show you our new collection from France, the line is absolutely stunning and I think a lot of pieces fit Victoria's style?" Marissa kindness and sincerety stung Conrad in the heart. He only wished he was there to buy a gift for Victoria. "No Marissa… uh. I need to sell thi-." And just like that Conrad was absolutely in awe. Right in front of him in glistening glass lay a single ring. Well it wasn't just a ring… it was magic. An emerald as big as 8 carrats surrounded by white diamonds sat in a rose gold setting. The band holding the setting was encrusted with black diamonds. It was stunning. Marissa noticed Conrad eyeing it, "Ah, the Dahlia. That's quite a ring. Only one of them exists in the states." Conrad smiled, "How much?" It was usually a questioned asked. "Well, due to the rarity, and the quality… 1.5 million." Conrad was relieved he thought it would be much more. "I'll take it."

1 month later, when Conrad returned to the hospital early one morning, Victoria was awake. Everyone said that it was a "miracle from god" it was a catholic hospital after all. The doctors laughed with joy as they discussed Victoria's victory. This was a first. Conrad couldn't have asked to see Victoria soon enough. When he saw her state he was taken aback. She looked absolutely beautiful. Long luscious curls falling around her shoulders. She looked almost like she had been absolutely fine the past month and not in a coma. Conrad couldn't have rushed to her sooner. He immediately grabbed her hand.

"How are you feeling sweetheart?"

Victoria repositioned herself as if uncomfortable with his presence. "Fine."

Conrad knew that she didn't want him there and he could sense that there was still a tension between the two of them. "Well I'm so happy that you're awake. I was so sick with worry." And with that Conrad turned around and left. Again. He didn't know what he was hoping for really. I guess there was a ray of hope that he still had for their relationship. He had always just expected her to feel the same. Deep inside.

"You have one hell of a husband Mrs. Grayson." The nurse said

"That's debatable." Victoria responded coldly.

"All I can say is that I've never seen devotion like that in my 20 years of nursing."

Victoria was overly confused, "What do you mean?"

"Well, Mr. Grayson hardly ever left your side for the whole month you were in that coma… I actually think that he slept here every night… with the exeption of late night of course."

Victoria was entranced, "tell me more."

The nurse shrugged, "there's not much more to tell other than the fact that he would stay up late holding your hand… just looking at you. It's very easy to see that this man is completely in love with you."

Victoria's mouth wavered completely in love with me she thought.