There isn't that better than daggy old rubies. It would mean I'd have to have a new velvet dress with a low cleavage.
A lovely deep violet colour. A dark violet though, nothing light coloured, not in velvet. With all my comfy curves I could be mistaken for a sofa and sat on.
I don't even need real diamonds. Man-made diamonds are catching up in quality to the real thing. Not cubic zirconias but real diamonds made in a laboratory and only a microscope knows for sure. I'd rather have the bit of heaven pictured above.