When my son Brandon proposed to his fiancée, Alice, I was thrilled—until she demanded my emerald ring as her engagement ring. I’m Martha, 48, a mother of two and a jewelry maker who pours love into every piece I create. Brandon, 22, is an ambitious engineer, while my daughter Elisa, 19, studies art. When Brandon introduced Alice, I liked her instantly—she was charming and made him happy.

To celebrate their engagement, I invited them to dinner and presented Alice with a handmade sapphire ring I had designed especially for her. I’d spent weeks perfecting it, imagining her delight. She opened the box, smiled faintly, and then looked straight at my emerald ring. “I want that one,” she said bluntly, pointing to the ring on my hand. I was stunned. That emerald ring was one of my first creations, a symbol of my journey as an artist.

Trying to stay calm, I explained its importance, but she insisted, calling it “perfect for an heirloom.” Instead of arguing, I excused myself, went to my workshop, and returned with a jewelry design booklet. “Here,” I told her. “If you want something meaningful, design it yourself.” Alice’s face flushed with anger. She yelled that I’d insulted her and stormed out.

The next day, Brandon called, furious that I hadn’t given her the ring. I explained the difference between generosity and entitlement, but he hung up, leaving me heartbroken. My husband and Elisa reassured me that I’d done the right thing.

Days later, Alice came to apologize, admitting she’d been selfish and impulsive. I forgave her but reminded her that true value comes from respect, not possession. We hugged, hoping to start fresh—though I couldn’t help but wonder if this was a moment of growth or a glimpse of something deeper. Only time will tell.