23/07/2026
âWe should frame it.â
Millie laughed.
âItâs tiny.â
âIt doesnât matter.â
Sasha tipped the little stone into the palm of her hand. It was no bigger than a grain of rice. To anyone else, it looked like nothing but to themâŚ
It was Antwerp.
It was two friends who had spent years talking about travelling together before finally booking the flights, it was sore feet from walking the city all day and sneaky waffles for breakfast. It was getting hopelessly lost but still refusing to use Google Maps because getting lost was half the fun.
And now, somehowâŚ
Theyâd ended up at one of Antwerpâs famous diamond experiences.The guide was explaining how rough diamonds are found, sorted and cut before handing everyone the chance to search through trays of gravel and stone. Most people were there for the novelty. Sarah wasnât expecting anything much to happen at all, but Millie was convinced it would.
Then Sasha froze.
âWaitâŚâ
She reached down and between two fingers was the tiniest rough diamond either of them had ever seen.
The guide smiled.
âLooks like youâve found one.â
The pair looked at each other before bursting into laughter.
âYou have got to be kidding.â
For the rest of the trip it travelled everywhere with them, wrapped inside a little tissue and tucked safely into Millieâs backpack. It was pulled out every time someone asked about their holiday, shown off proudly before being carefully hidden away again for safe keeping.
By the time they arrived home strangers had already given them hundreds of ideas on what they could do with it, but between the two of them they had settled on a single one in particularâŚ
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Layla turned the little stone over beneath the shop light, studying it carefully.
âSo this came all the way back from Antwerp?â
The two friends nodded.
âWe know it isnât⌠you knowâŚâ
âWorth a fortune,â Millie finished.
âWe donât really care.â
Layla smiled.
âI donât think you came in because of what itâs worth.â
Both of them shook their heads. Not long after, the conversation drifted towards Antwerp itself, Layla mentioned that Petersens sources diamonds from there too.
It felt like one of those funny little coincidences that probably wasnât a coincidence at all.
Sketches were drawn, ideas evolved and one design quickly became two. They discussed whether the pieces should be exactly the same, or if they wanted them to be different but similar.
When everything was finished, each friend left with a piece that looked almost identical to the other.
Almost.
Some of the most meaningful jewellery starts long before anyone walks into a jewellery store.
If youâve brought home something that deserves a second life, weâd love to hear its story.
