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At the twentieth anniversary showcase, my husband re-registered my mother's maker's mark in his childhood friend's name. I had spent four months cutting the centerpiece's gold branches and setting forty-one stones. Every camera faced Rebecca in her white dress. "Audrey does what she has always done best. She works." His family treated my reaction as the problem while he handed Rebecca the steel punch my mother had cut by hand. From that night, every piece leaving my bench would legally carry Rebecca's name, and she was already preparing to strike the first one.-