My chest rose and fell unevenly, as the words slipped out of my lips.

“Who is the real owner, please tell me,” I pressed.

I watched as his face creased into a frown, almost like he was in pain.

“The owner of the blue diamond," he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“S…she.

She was very beautiful, just like you.

Big round blue eyes.

Yes, she had eyes just like you,” he said, his voice laced with so much shock as if he just realised what he meant.

Almost as if he was just putting everything together.

“What do you mean, she looked just like me, old master?” I...