She'd met the man of her dreams after what seemed like a millenium of dating. He was good-looking, considerate, and made of money. They were planning the big day, and she suspected his Medusa-headed, fire-breathing mother would force him to ask her to sign a pre-nup. But she had a surprise of her own. As a waitress at Chez Panisse, she'd overheard a few stock tips in her day and made a small fortune over time. Make that a big fortune. So when they met that night for dinner, he brought out a pen, which she immediately reached for and placed atop the pre-nup she wanted him to sign. Wearing a triple-stranded stunner of fossil coral, red aventurine, and fire agate, she offered, “You go first...”