This ring came out of my great-aunt's seemingly endless collection of jewelry. I remember liking to try this one on when I was little; it was delicate, it was girly, it was pink. What can I say?
My great-aunt told me that a young man gave it to her, thinking she was going to accept his marriage proposal. She accepted the ring, but not the man -- she said the ring was nice, but it wasn't engagement ring quality!
Cheeky woman, my great-aunt. I'd have snatched it up, too, but considering it was the Depression and he could afford to buy gold of any kind, I might have grabbed him as well!
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