I have no idea about style or jewelry. It’s like I’m blind to fashion taste or something. But I can contribute that my brother got my SIL’s engagement ring commissioned by Tiffany’s. It’s huge and sparkly, and that’s all I know about how to describe it. It took several months to complete. So Rick must have started the engagement ring commission work a few weeks after he slid into Elle’s DMs, with her help because how would he know she wanted a yellow rock? How desperate for marriage was she that she wanted a ring from a divorced middle-age pervy stranger a few weeks after he greasily rekindled his desperate attempts at a young boob-clapping just-dumped single woman?
I would have been like DUDE WE JUST STARTED DATING, ARE YOU FUCKING PSYCHO. GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, STOP TEXTING ME, WTF.
She was like YELLOW DIAMOND FOURTH FINGER LEFT HAND LOVE OF MY LIFE.
That’s AT BEST if the ring actually came from Tiffany’s like she claims. At worst, she’s exactly who we’ve always known her to be — a scamming, lying, manipulative, label-whoring, desperate, notice-me, you-wish-you-were-me high schooler trapped in a 30yo soft and untoned body, who wants us all to believe someone finally wanted her enough to commission a ring from Tiffany’s (no matter how chronologically implausible).
BTW my SIL loves her ring but would much rather have gotten something identical and not had to be out the thousands in “designer tax”. Because when you get married, his -$25K from his bank account becomes YOUR JOINT -$25K from your JOINT FUTURE. She’s not a pathetic label whore like Elle Florence, and values quality and economy over what OTHER people think of her. Imagine feeling proud that your whole life is defined by how OTHER people see you. I’m pretty sure my husband got my engagement ring from Amazon, and who knows what kind of rock is in it??? I really wouldn’t know either way. But we’re happily married. That’s all.