This chapter is somewhat pointless... So I apologize ahead of time.
My eyes flitted over all of the glass cases. There were so many options and Molly had never once discussed her preference in stones and cuts and styles with me. The band could be gold, white gold, silver, or platinum. There was more than one type of "setting." There were tons of gemstones to choose from and different combinations that emitted from that as well. And of course there was the "five c's": carat, color, clarity, cut, and cost. The last of the five being the least important. However I had no idea what to do about the other four. I remembered her distaste for pearls and topaz, but beyond that I had no idea what kind of engagement ring she'd like. I wasn't even sure if she would say yes if I popped the question.
All I knew there was one event that had occurred that made me want to propose and make Molly mine forever, even if the meaning of the word "forever" was illogical. Telling Molly's mother was harder than expected. She had yelled and thrown things at us for "sinning." And after she had somewhat calmed down, she had sat at Molly's feet and said things about me as if I wasn't there. "Molly Hooper, I cannot believe you've become involved with a freak. As soon as he realizes how much work this is going to be, he will leave you. Guys like him always do." Molly had taken it all in silence. She had been clearly embarrassed by her mother's sudden outburst, but she seemed a little worried as well.
I wanted Molly to know that I wasn't about to walk out on her, that I truly loved her and wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. Marrying her could only help show her that.
"Can I help you?" Asked the lady behind the counter. I looked over her slowly: recently walked out on her unfaithful husband, leaving him with their two... no three kids, she was staying with her sister and most likely beginning an affair with her brother-in-law, she was living on a small saleswoman salary and hadn't had a proper meal in a good five or six days. I held back a grimace. I'm sure she'd do about anything to get me to buy one of the most expensive rings just so she could receive the commission on it. But all I really wanted was something Molly would love.
"Yes, actually. I'm looking for an engagement ring for my girlfriend." I said, acting the nervous and shy boyfriend.
"Oh? That's wonderful! Do you have any ideas in mind?"
"Not particularly. I don't really know what she likes. She's not fond of topaz, peridot, or pearls. And she's not fond of anything real expensive or flashy." I watched her eyes flicker to the large, gaudy rings that were on the high end price range, I think I actually heard her sigh.
Before she could reply, I heard someone walk up behind me. "Having troubles brother?"
I rolled my eyes. "Go away, Mycroft. I can do this myself."
"If you say so."
I cursed myself. I obviously had no idea what I was doing, but asking for Mycroft's help was low, especially for me. I turned around to see Mycroft standing next to John.
"John? What are you doing here?"
"I know Molly better than you would think. While you were… away, Molly and I became quite close." John smiled slightly.
I grinned. "I'm going to owe you one."
"Actually, you will have to owe Mycroft one. He was the one that came to get me and let me know that you had been standing in the same jewelry store for over an hour."
I just rolled my eyes. I'd never allow myself to "owe" something to my elder brother.
Mycroft sighed. "Good day, Sherlock. John. No offense, but I have less trivial matters to attend to." He walked out briskly. I chuckled, had he really put on another seven pounds? So much for that diet he was always going on about.
John wandered over to the counter opposite mine. "She likes things simple and elegant. Nothing fancy and insanely expensive. In case you have never noticed, she wears almost the exact same set of jewelry when she goes out, no matter what she wears. Why? Because she buys things that will go with anything and everything instead of buying something new for every outfit."
I looked at John with a newfound respect. I had obviously taught him a thing or two. "So what you are saying is that she'd like something that would match with everything she already has to wear."
"Precisely."
"So just diamonds? No other gemstones?"
John just smiled and nodded.
"But what about the band?"
"Platinum. She'll want something that will last with little wear. If cleaned regularly, it'll stay in good shape."
I walked over to stand next to John. I pointed to a simple, elegant ring. The stone was a relatively good size, big enough that she could show off, but not so big that it would look out of place or showy. "That one?"
John grinned. "That is exactly which one I was going to suggest."
I grabbed John in a giant hug. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." John was quiet for a moment. "Umm... Sherlock? Could you let me go?"
"Oh, yes. Of course. Sorry." I let go of him and he looked up at me.
"Congrats. So how are you going to do it?"
I looked down at my shoes, defeated. Shit, I hadn't gotten that far yet.
I know, this chapter is pointless. Once again, I'm sorry.
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