My Sister Wore My Ring While I Was At Work And Told She’s My Boyfriend’s Fiancée.

“Of course. And when exactly did your fianceé purchase this ring?”

“Last month. Right before he proposed.”

“Which location did he purchase it from?”

Kelsey hesitated for just a second too long.

“This one. This location.”

The manager glanced at Martin, who shook his head slightly.

“Our records show no purchase matching this ring’s specifications in the past 6 months.”

Kelsey’s face turned red.

“Maybe it was a different Tiffany’s. He travels a lot for work.”

Donna’s phone rang and she stepped away to answer it. Kelsey watched her go with panic in her eyes.

The manager maintained her calm professional demeanor.

“I understand. However, we do need to speak with the original purchaser to verify ownership before we can service this piece. Company policy for high-value items.”

Kelsey grabbed the ring off the counter.

“You know what, I’ll just take it somewhere else. But this is ridiculous.”

Martin moved slightly to block her path to the door.

“Ma’am, we need to complete our authentication process first.”

Kelsey’s voice went up an octave.

“You can’t keep me here! I have the right to leave!”

The manager held up her hand.

“Of course you do. But we also have a responsibility to verify that items brought to us for service aren’t stolen property. I’m sure you understand.”

Donna came back inside looking confused and worried. She walked straight to Kelsey.

“That was your sister Jordan on the phone. She says she’s on her way here right now and that you’re wearing her engagement ring.”

The other two co-workers gasped. Kelsey’s mouth opened and closed but no words came out.

Donna continued, her voice getting firmer.

“She said Jason proposed to her, not you. She has the receipt and the original box.”

Kelsey tried to grab Donna’s arm.

“She’s lying! She’s jealous because I got engaged first!”

Donna pulled away.

“But you told us Jason proposed to you last month. Jordan said he proposed to her 2 months ago. Your timeline doesn’t even make sense.”

The manager stepped forward.

“Perhaps we should all wait for this Jordan to arrive and sort this out properly.”

Kelsey looked at the door like she was considering making a run for it. Martin had positioned himself between her and the exit.

The store suddenly felt very small and very quiet except for the classical music playing from hidden speakers. Kelsey’s breathing got faster and shallower.

She kept looking at her co-workers who were staring at her with expressions ranging from confusion to dawning horror. Twenty minutes felt like 20 hours.

I burst through the door of Tiffany’s carrying my purse stuffed with evidence. The blue Tiffany box, the receipt with Jason’s signature and the date from two months ago.

My phone with the original unedited engagement photos showing me wearing the ring. Kelsey was sitting in a chair near the counter looking like she might throw up.

Her co-workers stood in a cluster near the window. The manager approached me with a professional smile.

“Are you Jordan?”

I nodded and pulled out my receipt.

“This is my ring. My fianceé Jason bought it here 8 weeks ago. I have all the documentation.”

Martin took my receipt and scanned it into his system. His face cleared immediately.

“Yes, this matches our records perfectly. Purchase date, ring specifications, everything.”

He looked at Kelsey with barely concealed disgust. The manager examined my blue box and the photos on my phone.

She compared the ring on Kelsey’s finger to the photos of me wearing it at the restaurant during the proposal. Kelsey tried one last time.

“She let me borrow it for some photos. We were just playing around.”

Donna cut her off sharply.

“That makes zero sense, Kelsey. You’ve been telling us for weeks that you’re engaged to Jason. You showed us wedding venues. You asked me to be your maid of honor. You can’t pretend this was just borrowing a ring for photos.”

The other two co-workers nodded in agreement. One of them looked close to tears.

“I can’t believe you lied to us about everything.”

The manager’s voice stayed calm but firm.

“Ma’am, I’m going to need you to return the ring to its rightful owner immediately. If you refuse, I’ll have no choice but to contact security and the police.”

Kelsey’s hand shook as she pulled the ring off her finger. She held it for a moment like she couldn’t bear to let it go.

Then she practically threw it at me.

“Fine, take your stupid ring! This whole thing is blown way out of proportion!”

I caught the ring and slipped it back on my finger where it belonged. The manager turned to me.

“I apologize for this situation. We take authentication very seriously and I’m glad we could help resolve this.”

Kelsey stood up fast enough that her chair scraped loudly against the floor. Her co-workers backed away from her.

Donna’s face showed a mix of anger and embarrassment.

“I trusted you. We all trusted you. You made us look like idiots.”

Kelsey’s eyes filled with tears, but they looked more like angry tears than sad ones.

“Whatever. You’re all overreacting!”

She tried to push past Martin, but he didn’t budge. The manager spoke again.

“Before you leave, I need to document this incident for our records.”

Kelsey finally seemed to realize how much trouble she was in. She gave her information in a flat monotone voice while the manager took notes.

Her co-workers left first, walking out without saying goodbye to her. Donna paused at the door and looked back at me.

“I’m so sorry. If I’d known…”

I shook my head.

“It’s not your fault. She’s good at lying.”

After Donna left, Kelsey tried to leave too, but I blocked her path.

“We’re not done. You stole my ring. You pretended to be engaged to my fianceé. You involved innocent people in your lies.”

Kelsey’s face twisted.