The bridesmaids stopped and looked at the gift box.
I took advantage of their distraction and tried to pick it up, but Gloria was one step ahead of me.
She picked it up and smirked at me. "You look so eager. It seems that what's inside is quite valuable, isn't it?"
I was anxious and hurriedly said, "It's not something valuable, but it's very important to me. You are not allowed to touch it!"
I tried to snatch it from her hand.
But Gloria was quicker and opened the box, revealing an old ring inside.
"Hmph, I thought it was something else, but it's just an old ring!" Gloria picked up the ring and fiddled with it.
"Give it back to me!" I demanded.
I tried to snatch it again.
This ring was given to me by my mother-in-law on my wedding day.
It was said to be a heirloom of the Allen family, passed down for hundreds of years.
I was told to keep it safe and pass it down from generation to generation.
Twenty years ago, a group of thieves broke into our home and robbed us of all our valuables.
When they tried to take this ring, my husband protected it with all his might, saying that everything else could be taken, but not this ring.