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Chapter 39 - Sapphire's birthday

Defne touched the blue tourmalines and looked at her husband with huge, amber eyes.

- Omer, - she asked with doubt - and I won't look too ... pretentious?

"You will look great," he said confidently. - The queen of her kingdom.

Taking out the diadem from the case, he put it on her red hair and turned Defne to the mirror.

- Look at yourself. You're beautiful. Beautiful woman with a beautiful heart. Talented and generous. Passed through the trials and did not break. You, like no other, are worthy of the crown.

Defne looked in the mirror but saw only Omer there. Looking into the eyes of his reflection, she asked:

- Why did you choose blue tourmalines?

- Because they have impeccable purity. Like water ... like you.

He hugged her and folded his arms over her belly. Defne covered them with hers and confessed:

- I'm afraid...

- What? - Omer touched his lips to her bare shoulder.

Defne looked away and lowered her eyes. Long eyelashes in dark red semicircles lay on her cheeks. She sighed and replied:

- I'm afraid that I will do or say something wrong and put you in an awkward position. After all, no one taught me how to be a lady. How to behave in high society.

Omer turned her around and, taking her by the chin, raised her sweet face. Bowing his head, he looked into her eyes and ordered:

- Forget this nonsense! And don't try to play the role of the grand lady again. You are special, not like anyone else, but at the same time refined and well-mannered. Be yourself, and don't be afraid of anything. Remember that I am proud of you and love you very much. "Taking the cloak lying on the bed, he threw it over her shoulders and gently pushed her towards the door. - And now - go ahead! Step to triumph and take over all these snobs with your sincerity!

The Mercedes stopped at an art gallery. Its large hall today received guests of a new jewelry company, the name of which has been heard throughout Istanbul for the second week. Omer got out of the car and held out his hand to Defne. As soon as she stepped onto the sidewalk, the flashes of dozens of cameras blinded her eyes, and microphones appeared in her face.

- Mr. Omer, Mrs. Defne, are you opening a new company?

- Is it true that the design of the jewelry belongs entirely to you, Mrs. Defne?

- Mr. Omer, is it true that you guided your wife to another area of design to remove her from the competition in the shoe sector?

Questions poured in from all sides, but Omer silenced the journalists with one glance and said:

- Gentlemen, you will be escorted to the lobby, where a small press conference will be held in an hour. There, Defne and I and our partners will answer your questions. Now, please let us through.

The microphones lowered, and the crowd parted, allowing the dazzlingly beautiful couple to pass.

Omer took Defne's arm and led her inside the building. Before they had time to take a dozen steps, another crowd surrounded them. Grandfather Hulusi, grandmother Turkan, Serdar with Nihan, Esra, and Iso surrounded Iplikci and, expressing their joy, began to warmly congratulate their clever Defne and her husband.

- If anyone had told me five years ago that our hooligan would become a lady and put on a crown - I would not believe in life! - said Serdar enthusiastically and gently touched the diadem with his forefinger.