“What if she hates it?”
Then it comes back. One hundred days, no questions, no restocking fee, and we pay the shipping in both directions. You are not going to be stuck forever with a decision you made in a panic on a Tuesday night.
“What if the size is wrong?”
It probably will be. Almost nobody guesses right. We resize it free, for as long as you own it, not once as a favour. Ask us before you buy and we will post you a ring sizer so you can find out quietly.
“Will it still look like this in twenty years?”
Yes. Moissanite sits at 9.25 on the Mohs scale, second only to diamond, and it has no cleavage plane, which is the flaw that lets a diamond chip if it is struck badly. It will not cloud. It will not go dull. It does not need re-cutting. The silver around it is solid sterling, not plated, so it will not wear through to something else underneath.
“How do I know what it’s worth?”
The price is on the page. There is nothing to haggle down, because there is no inflated number sitting there waiting to be discounted. Every stone is graded independently and arrives with its certificate, so you know exactly what you bought, and so does she.
“Doesn’t silver tarnish?”
Yes, and we would rather say so now than have you find out in March. It is not damage. It is silver reacting with air, and it lifts off in thirty seconds with the cloth we put in the box. Anyone selling you silver that never tarnishes is selling you plating over something cheaper, and when that plating wears through, what is underneath is not silver. Ours tarnishes because it is real.
“Will people know it isn’t a diamond?”
Yes. Because you are going to tell them, and you should. Moissanite is not a fake diamond. It is a different stone that beats a diamond at the thing rings are for. It throws more than twice the fire, it came out of a meteor crater, and it costs what it costs because it is honest, not because it is lesser. You are not getting away with something. You are choosing something, and that is a better story to tell across a dinner table than the one where you spent three months’ salary because an advertisement told you to.