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and stretched the width of the box. It was made of extremely thin pieces of the goldish metal interwoven to create a web of unmistakable beauty. Unable to stop herself, she lifted it up out of the box. It felt weightless. “Wow,” she whispered as she let it glide along her hands. She tried to bend it to see if she could, but each time she tried, the metal did not move. And yet when she laid it across her hand, it seemed to almost mold itself to her.
    “Strange.”
    She jumped when her ringer went off. Laughing at her jumpiness, she put the anklet back in the box and reached for her phone. Almost immediately, she wanted to pick the piece of jewelry back up again.
    “Hello?”
    “Arwen Reynolds?” The voice on the line went in and out. Whoever it was must be in a bad cell area.
    “Yes,” she said slowly. “Who is this?”
    “Stop whatever it is you are doing! You just do—” The line went dead.
    Groaning, she checked caller ID. Out of area. “Well that helps,” she groused.
    The voice hadn’t sounded familiar at all. In fact, she could not tell if it was a male or a female voice with how bad the reception was.
    “Well. It is a Friday night. The teenagers must be bored.” Placing her phone back down, she walked into her bedroom, at the moment forgetting all about the anklet.
    As she stripped down, her sore muscles from all the running she had done that day returned. “I could use a bath.” Walking into the bathroom, she was thrilled to turn on the one thing that sold her on the apartment in the first place—the large Jacuzzi tub. Turning the water on as hot as it would go, she plugged up the tub and walked away. It would take almost a half hour to fill.
    After all her clothes were in the laundry basket, she went back out to finish her hot chocolate. As she grabbed the cup, her eyes once again fell on the jewelry box. Gulping the rest of her drink, she picked up the box with one hand and went into the kitchen. Placing the box down long enough to wash the cup seemed the most monumental of tasks, and she was not sure why.
    “Must be because I have never seen anything this beautiful before.”
    Placing the cup on the drying rack, she took the box into her bedroom and went in to take her bath. Steam rose off the water and with a smile, she splashed a large amount of lavender oil into it before stepping in. A small hiss escaped her throat as she sank in, but she was not about to cool it down. “Feels wonderful,” she sighed.
    After the water filled completely, she turned it off and leaned back against the side, partially drifting in and out of sleep with the warmth and the fragrant scent of lavender that permeated the whole room and probably her entire apartment. There were two things keeping her from completely falling asleep though. The first was that odd phone call, the second was the anklet, which she was determined to try on once her bath was complete.
    The phone call she would forget in time, so she tried to put it out of her mind. Must have been a wrong number, except they asked for her by name. Then it was a crank call.
    When she tried not to think about the call, the anklet would come to mind. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. All of the jewelry she owned was cheaply made, just costume jewelry that lasted a few months and then was thrown out or put aside for something new. But this piece…she could not imagine ever throwing it out. The makers of the anklet were listed on the note. She would have to look them up once she got out of the bath.
    Usually one of her relaxation baths would take about an hour. This time she lasted twenty minutes, and that was only by sheer willpower. After getting out and drying off, she walked back into her bedroom where the beautiful box sat on top of her bed.
    “There you are,” she whispered, pulling the anklet out. It shimmered, even in the soft light of her bedroom. “Wow.” Pulling her ankle up, she laid the anklet over it, excited about how nice it