The girls immediately gravitate toward the biggest, sparkliest rings in the case, pointing and discussing seriously.
Dasha follows, indulging their enthusiasm while trying to steer them toward more practical options.
"That one looks like Elsa's ring would!" Cali declares about a massive diamond surrounded by blue stones.
"It's very Frozen," Dasha agrees diplomatically. "But maybe something a little smaller? So it doesn't get caught on things?"
"What about that one?" Florencia points to a classic solitaire. "It's elegant."
"Where'd you learn the word elegant?" I ask.
"Books," she says, like this explains everything.
Which, knowing her, it does.
"What do you think, Dasha?" I ask. "What catches your eye?"
She moves along the cases slowly, considering. "I don't need anything huge or fancy. Just something... us."
"That one!" Cali suddenly shouts, pointing to a ring in the far case. "Daddy, look! It's perfect!"
We all move to see what's caught her attention.
It's a vintage-style ring with a center diamond surrounded by smaller stones in a flower pattern.
Not huge, not flashy, but intricate and beautiful.
"Can we see that one?" I ask Davidson.
He pulls it out, and I know immediately.
It's perfect.
The design is delicate but strong, traditional but unique.
Like Dasha herself.
"Try it on," I urge.
She slides it onto her finger, and all four of us go quiet.
It fits perfectly, catching the light and throwing tiny rainbows.
"That's the one," Florencia whispers. "That's Mommy's ring."
"What do you think?" I ask Dasha, who's staring at her hand with suspiciously bright eyes.
"It's perfect," she manages. "Absolutely perfect."
"Then that's the one." I turn to Davidson. "We'll take it."
"Excellent choice. And for wedding bands?"
"Can we pick those too?" Cali asks hopefully.
"Of course," Dasha says. "This is a family decision."
We spend another hour looking at wedding bands, the girls taking their job very seriously. They debate between differentstyles, widths, and metals with the focus of tiny wedding planners.