Surprise for Sinthia PSL for Sist3r_sin

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Illya had arranged everything. He'd gone to Sinthia's work, the Christie's auction house in Paris. Carefully avoiding her office and work area, he made his way to her supervisor's office. Once he told her department's supervisor, Pierre Amrouche, what he had in mind, he was more than happy to be a co-conspirator in this scheme.

Pierre showed him where he could wait and not be seen as Sinthia examined the 'artifact' that he had brought. After Illya had opened the box and set it's contents on the well lighted work table. It looked very much like a cobalt blue and white enamel Faberge egg box. Illya would not blame her if she thought it was a reproduction. It was a modern box after all. But the box was not what was important. It was just there to present the object inside. Which was indeed, Faberge, and antique. As soon as he'd seen the ring at the Faberge store, he'd known it would be Sinthia's. It was made of cobalt blue enameled gold and set with three exquisitely cut diamonds. A little elaborate for an engagement ring, Illya knew, but it brought back pleasant memories of their first date at the Metropolitan Museum's exhibit of Faberge eggs. He took up his position in an A/V closet across from the work room and Pierre went to her office to get her.

Amrouche knocked on the open door gently to get her attention. "Sinthia, I have a piece that needs your expertise. The owner wants it appraised right away."

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"Pierre, I'm almost off the clock," Sinthia replied, sliding the jeweler's loupe off her fingers as she looked up at her supervisor.

When he insisted, she only sighed and stood up, brushing the wrinkles out of her trousers as she followed him towards her workroom, picking up her gloves and slipping them on before she took a loot at what was on the table. It was an egg, which took her aback: it didn't look like any Fabergé egg she knew about. "It's an exquisite piece," she says slowly. "Record on."

She recorded her observations on things she was appraising. "It looks like a copy of the Tsarevitch Egg," Sinthia murmured, "Beautiful sapphires and even enameling." She carefully turned it over, noting the hinges and latch before she opened it.

And stared.