A lovely gift

My wonderful auntie gave me a BEAUTIFUL ring for my birthday (which isn't for a few days still, but she couldn't wait). It's a HUGE two carat aquamarine (my birthstone) on a delicate stylized band. I love it. But the best part is this: I get to make up the story behind it.

You see, it's an antique ring, but the jeweler didn't know the story of it's origin. So my aunt said that I get to make one up. Every time I look at it, I imagine where it might have come from, who might have worn it.

Maybe it belonged to a 19th century high society woman who had to sell it to cover her husband's gambling debts.

Maybe a band of robbers stole it from some wealthy Italian travelers and it toured most of southern Europe before being sold to a jeweler at a bazaar in Morocco.

Maybe it's part of a pirate treasure, only recently discovered below the sea.

Maybe...