A sheet of paper
Mr. Harris was holding something in his hands: a piece of paper. Melissa guessed that was what he had been looking for, but she didn’t understand what relation it might have to her ring. She tried to get a better look, but the jeweler had folded the paper in half, preventing her from reading what it said, and she put it in her pocket.
A Sheet Of Paper
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It was extremely serious
“Miss Melissa, I hope you don’t mind, but I need to ask you a personal question,” Mr. Harris said. She nodded, and he continued, “Where did you get this ring?” He looked her straight in the eye with a very serious, almost strict expression.
He was extremely serious
