This is from my shimmery sparkly bedazzling new WIP, my as-yet untitled MG. Enjoy!
I hate ancient artifacts.
In fact, after 12 years of receiving some dead guy's crown or jewelry, I was ready for an ugly sweater present.
No such luck.
I sighed as I tore off the crinkled brown wrapping. In my hands lay a tarnished silver crown that glinted with jewels. Blue and amber stones set into the crown shone despite their age. I eyed it critically and guessed that it was probably Eastern European, circa 1300.
My mom gasped, intrigued despite the sender.
I upended the box. Another priceless birthday present without so much as a card. Thanks a lot, Dad.