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Madam Prince
#WritcoStoryPrompt5
The diamond necklace on the mannequin looked familiar. She placed her palm on the window that separated them and leaned in closer.
There was no denying the feeling that came to her.
She was sure of it.
Michaela stepped in the small jewelry store, nostalgia creeping in strongly. The store smelled like vanilla and cinnamon, and in contrast to most jewelry stores with their bright lights and chandeliers, this one was dimly lit. Walls and counters were wooden, and it gave off vintageness all throughout. Michaela could understand that this was a jewelry store built from a long time.
Only a couple was inside, checking engagement rings on a display counter.
Instantly Michaela was greeted by a friendly young saleslady who's name that's pinned on her uniform was Sarah.
"Hi, Ma'am. Can I interest you in anything?"
Michaela took a moment to speak, her mind focused on the mannequin by the window and looked back at it. The saleslady followed her gaze and realized what she was staring at.
"Oh, I can see you're taken with our one piece of treasure." Sarah said, smiling.
Michaela looked back at the saleslady, noticing how attractive she was for the first time.
"Um, sorry, yes hi." Michaela introduced herself. "You said it's a treasure?"
"Yes, actually it's a rare gem. Madam Prince kept it as her own for years after it was passed down by generations but out of nowhere she just put it on sale. She didn't want any of the auctioneers or collectors to buy it from her. Strangely, she chooses who she sells it to."
"It must be really special then?" Michaela said.
"It is. Although it still baffles many why she would just want to sell it off after years and years of generations instead of just holding on to it or locking it away. There's no convincing Madam Prince otherwise." Sarah said, her eyes mesmerized by the necklace as well. She snaps back into reality and clears her throat, facing Michaela.
"So, are you interested in buying it? I can list you on the wait list." Sarah started to scribble something on a notepad Michaela didn't notice before.
"Um, how much is it?" Michaela asked.
"There's really no telling of the price unless the buyer's chosen. Madam Prince decides the rest, we just simply cater to the ones with interest. Speaking of which should you push for the wait, you'd be in 138."
"That long?"
"Many are after it, that's all I can say."
"It sounds exclusive. It's funny to me how anyone can just waltz in and ask for it." Michaela said.
"That's the mystery of it. But we believe Madam Prince is looking for someone that's why we've kept the doors open for a long time. Some people give up after years of waiting. Who she's after, that we have absolute no idea. But she's really positive she'll find that one special person out before she dies. It's a great mystery, don't you think?"
Michaela was pulled back into the necklace again. She couldn't help but feel strongly for it.
"I'm sorry to ask this, of course I'm just a nobody. But can I speak to Madam Prince?" Michaela asked.
"I'm sorry, Madam Prince doesn't entertain customers, journalists unless she decides so..."
"I know, I just..."
There was a short silence.
"Okay, just put me on the wait list." Michaela decides.
Sarah smiled. "Great. Can I have you fill out a form for just a while so I can get you fixed? It'll only take a moment."
"Sure."
•••
Many Years Ago
Ella sat through the bell as it rang, ending Mr. Hampton's Physics class. She waited for him to finish erasing the writings on the board, and to realize that she was there.
The classroom is already empty. As Mr. Hampton sets to pack his briefcase and leave, the sight of Ella jolts him.
"I frightened you?" Ella asked playfully.
Mr. Hampton is frustrated. He speaks in a calm voice. "What are you doing?"
Ella stands up from her seat and makes her way slowly to him.
"Waiting for you. " She shrugged, as if that was an obvious answer .
"No, I mean why are you here? You were supposed to drop out of...
The diamond necklace on the mannequin looked familiar. She placed her palm on the window that separated them and leaned in closer.
There was no denying the feeling that came to her.
She was sure of it.
Michaela stepped in the small jewelry store, nostalgia creeping in strongly. The store smelled like vanilla and cinnamon, and in contrast to most jewelry stores with their bright lights and chandeliers, this one was dimly lit. Walls and counters were wooden, and it gave off vintageness all throughout. Michaela could understand that this was a jewelry store built from a long time.
Only a couple was inside, checking engagement rings on a display counter.
Instantly Michaela was greeted by a friendly young saleslady who's name that's pinned on her uniform was Sarah.
"Hi, Ma'am. Can I interest you in anything?"
Michaela took a moment to speak, her mind focused on the mannequin by the window and looked back at it. The saleslady followed her gaze and realized what she was staring at.
"Oh, I can see you're taken with our one piece of treasure." Sarah said, smiling.
Michaela looked back at the saleslady, noticing how attractive she was for the first time.
"Um, sorry, yes hi." Michaela introduced herself. "You said it's a treasure?"
"Yes, actually it's a rare gem. Madam Prince kept it as her own for years after it was passed down by generations but out of nowhere she just put it on sale. She didn't want any of the auctioneers or collectors to buy it from her. Strangely, she chooses who she sells it to."
"It must be really special then?" Michaela said.
"It is. Although it still baffles many why she would just want to sell it off after years and years of generations instead of just holding on to it or locking it away. There's no convincing Madam Prince otherwise." Sarah said, her eyes mesmerized by the necklace as well. She snaps back into reality and clears her throat, facing Michaela.
"So, are you interested in buying it? I can list you on the wait list." Sarah started to scribble something on a notepad Michaela didn't notice before.
"Um, how much is it?" Michaela asked.
"There's really no telling of the price unless the buyer's chosen. Madam Prince decides the rest, we just simply cater to the ones with interest. Speaking of which should you push for the wait, you'd be in 138."
"That long?"
"Many are after it, that's all I can say."
"It sounds exclusive. It's funny to me how anyone can just waltz in and ask for it." Michaela said.
"That's the mystery of it. But we believe Madam Prince is looking for someone that's why we've kept the doors open for a long time. Some people give up after years of waiting. Who she's after, that we have absolute no idea. But she's really positive she'll find that one special person out before she dies. It's a great mystery, don't you think?"
Michaela was pulled back into the necklace again. She couldn't help but feel strongly for it.
"I'm sorry to ask this, of course I'm just a nobody. But can I speak to Madam Prince?" Michaela asked.
"I'm sorry, Madam Prince doesn't entertain customers, journalists unless she decides so..."
"I know, I just..."
There was a short silence.
"Okay, just put me on the wait list." Michaela decides.
Sarah smiled. "Great. Can I have you fill out a form for just a while so I can get you fixed? It'll only take a moment."
"Sure."
•••
Many Years Ago
Ella sat through the bell as it rang, ending Mr. Hampton's Physics class. She waited for him to finish erasing the writings on the board, and to realize that she was there.
The classroom is already empty. As Mr. Hampton sets to pack his briefcase and leave, the sight of Ella jolts him.
"I frightened you?" Ella asked playfully.
Mr. Hampton is frustrated. He speaks in a calm voice. "What are you doing?"
Ella stands up from her seat and makes her way slowly to him.
"Waiting for you. " She shrugged, as if that was an obvious answer .
"No, I mean why are you here? You were supposed to drop out of...
