“You never wanted a diamond,” he said, dropping to his knees on the worn sidewalk. “Teach me, Valeria. Teach me how to make another ring. Let me earn the right to be with you this time. Let me become the boy you believed in. I don’t want you to wear my diamonds; I want to wear your copper for the rest of my life.”
Valeria looked at him, and a soft laugh—wet with tears from two decades of waiting—escaped her lips. It was the most beautiful sound Santiago had ever heard. “Okay,” she whispered, kneeling beside him. “Pass me the tweezers.”
A year later, the vast mansion in Ensenada was alive with activity. Photographs from the orphanage decorated the walls, along with a framed copy of The Little Prince. In his study, Santiago was leading a board meeting through a video call. His suit was flawless, but on his left hand a copper wire ring shone proudly, crooked and bright. The door opened and Valeria stepped in, resting a hand on his shoulder. “The soup is getting cold,” she murmured with a smile. Santiago glanced at the most powerful men in the country on the screen. “The meeting is adjourned,” he announced, closing his laptop without hesitation.
They embraced in the study, and the soft sound of their copper rings touching echoed through the room. A true love story proving that sometimes the greatest fortunes
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