Leslie Moore

"As they entered the yard Leslie came out on the veranda from the side door, peering through the gloom for some sign of her expected guest. She stood just where the warm yellow light flooded her from the open door. She wore a plain dress of cheap, cream-tinted cotton voile, with the usual girdle of crimson. Leslie was never without her touch of crimson. She had told Anne that she never felt satisfied without a gleam of red somewhere about her, if it were only a flower. To Anne, it always seemed to symbolise Leslie's glowing, pent-up personality, denied all expression save in that flaming glint. Leslie's dress was cut a little away at the neck and had short sleeves. Her arms gleamed like ivory-tinted marble. Every exquisite curve of her form was outlined in soft darkness against the light. Her hair shone in it like flame."
L.M. Montgomery, Anne's House of Dreams 
 
For Leslie Moore, Anne's loyal friend who saw such tragedy as a young woman and found freedom in their friendship. I joined together gold-plated links as lustruous as her hair, and added her touch of crimson with a Siam red crystal. The simple pendant is suspended from 19 inches of the golden chain and closes with a matching lobster claw clasp for maximum adjustability.