I rehearsed from morning to afternoon. I had just finished my work.
"Stella, look, someone stole your picture."
A makeup artist who had a good relationship with me showed me her phone.
On a social media platform, a blogger named "Looking forward to a New Life" posted a few photos.
[Does it look good? My honey bought it. I said it's too expensive. He said I was worthy of the best. Thank you, honey.]
Under the words was a skinned palm, and the diamond ring on his index finger was inexplicably familiar.
Wasn't this... a gift from Frank?
"Stella, I remember that you wore this diamond ring before. It's very beautiful!"
"This ring is not custom-made, so it doesn't matter if the styles are the same."
I smiled and didn't take it to heart.
"No, no, there's more!"
The makeup artist showed me a few other photos.
She looked at the beautiful scenery outside through the floor-to-ceiling window.
There were only scenery and no other features in the photo, but I could tell at a glance that the height and direction were consistent with my house.
The post said, "Time is still, and you should be content."
It even specifically marked the location: Imperial Vista Court.
It was my neighborhood.