"This is for you," Augustine said, handing her the box.
"Another gift?" Anne's heart pounded as she lifted the lid. Inside, a gold bracelet adorned with diamond studs gleamed under the light. "This…"
"It belonged to my mother," he interrupted gently. "And now, it's yours."
"I…" Anne hesitated. "It looks expensive." She closed the box and handed it back to him. "I can't take this."
But Augustine didn't reach for the box. Instead, he gently pushed it back toward her.
"My mom once told me that this bracelet was a gift from her mother," he recounted, memories of his mother flooding his mind, stirring a deep nostalgia in his eyes. "She always wanted a daughter, but because of medical complications, she couldn't have another child after me."
Anne's expression softened as she listened. She could hear the depth of emotion in his words, the weight of memories he carried.
