The wedding ring felt cold and alien on her finger. The beautiful diamond which had hitherto winked at Grace amidst its warm circle of gleaming pearls now looked ugly and hostile. The white gold which had once seemed romantic and special now looked dull and ordinary like something that had been picked up in a dollar store. The cold metal seemed to cut through the flesh of her finger and suddenly Grace could not bear it any longer. In one swift movement she wrenched the offensive object off her finger and vehemently flung it across the room. It hit the mirror with a loud ping then rolled beneath the dressing table.