(Closed RP) Pulling the gloves over his knuckles and resting the cuffs of them on his wrists, Daniel smiled at himself in the mirror. His reflection was just right, but something was wrong. Behind him, he saw the shadow of a girl in the mirror and spoke without turning to face her. "I assume you're one of the gilts from the other school."
A jewelled, silver-gilt and guilloché enamel cup by Fabergé, Moscow, 1908-1917, the body enamelled translucent pink over wavy engine-turned ground, the scroll handle set with a cabochon stone and enclosing a silver coin dated 1770.