The rock she dreamed of

Another 50 word story for you, as promised.

It was a ruby, looking like her; it would always be glamorous; a contrast against alabaster skin. 

"Marry me", he said, proffering a sumptuous velvet box. 

"You know what it is. It looks like you." 

Inside was a rock: opal on old gold.Oh dear. He had to go.