There’s a myth that she was born from seafoam — Nerida, the one who slips through rooms like silk on skin. Her spiral form coils in warmth, smooth and deliberate, ending in a single pear-cut Diamond (LG) that gleams with quiet clarity.
She is not loud. She does not need to be. Her presence ripples beneath the surface — a pull, a hush, a glance held a moment too long. She is the kind of power that comes with knowing you cannot be touched. Only felt.
Nerida is for the woman who knows allure isn’t performance. It’s instinct.
