Isabella’s breath caught.

Her fingers tightened around the phone.

Could it really be—

“Yes,” she answered, keeping her voice steady. “Do you have it?”

“I possess a gem matching the description of the Starlight Stone.”

A wave of excitement rushed through her, stealing her breath. “Truly?” she asked, heart pounding. “May I see it?”

“Of course,” the voice replied smoothly. “Let us arrange a meeting.”

“Wonderful, thank you!” Isabella exclaimed.

She ended the call and immediately began preparing. She selected her attire with care, wanting to make a good impression. Later that afternoon, she met the mysterious jeweler at a secluded café.

He was middle-aged, wearing scholarly gold-rimmed glasses, exuding an academic air.

From a sleek black briefcase, he retrieved a stone and handed it to her. She accepted it delicately, examining it closely. It was clear, glowing with a soft blue light, strikingly similar to the Starlight Stone.

“What is your asking price?” Isabella inquired, anxiety threading her voice.

The jeweler offered a reassuring smile. “Miss Scott, your talent is renowned. I understand this stone’s significance to you. I have no wish to take advantage. Please, offer what you believe is fair.”

Touched by his generosity, she hesitated. “How can I accept such kindness?”

“Consider it a tribute to your skill.”

Ultimately, Isabella acquired the stone for a surprisingly modest amount.

She left the café elated, the stone feeling like a solid piece of hope in her palm.

The jeweler watched her depart before dialing Ethan’s number. “Mr. Blackwood, the task is complete.”

Ethan’s tone was neutral. “Excellent.”

“Miss Scott recognized the stone instantly,” the jeweler added. Ethan ended the call, his expression thoughtful and unreadable as he gazed out the window.

Back in her studio, Isabella carefully placed the Starlight Stone on her workbench.

Arthur had been waiting there for some time.

He adjusted his glasses, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“Isabella, you truly found it,” Arthur said, his voice brimming with excitement. “Let’s begin, Mr. Bennett.”

They knew precision was vital for restoring the Dewy Hibiscus. The studio hummed with focused intensity.

“Start by gently polishing the Starlight Stone’s edges with diamond dust, Isabella. Be extremely careful to preserve its internal structure,” Arthur instructed from the side.

Isabella took a deep breath, her movements cautious as she applied the diamond dust. The faint grinding sound filled the silent studio, heightening the tension.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, but she remained unwavering, not allowing herself a moment’s distraction.