“Estate sales?” she pressed, tilting her head slightly. “That’s interesting because I’ve never heard of estate sales having exquisite pieces like that ring. Was it really an estate sale, Ethan?” Her words were casual, but her gaze was sharp.
Ethan laughed awkwardly, his grip on the glass tightening. “Kiara, you’re overthinking it. It’s just a ring. Why does it matter where it came from?” His voice carried a forced lightness, but the tension in his posture betrayed him. “Let’s just say I got lucky, okay?”