My name is Raphaëlle. At 29, I left the sharp suits, Excel files and Bloomberg screens of investment banking to chase a dream, one that glows, shimmers, and clings to the skin like liquid gold. I created a jewelry house.

Jewelry has always been a woman’s secret language in my family. My grandmothers wore theirs like armor - Henriette for grand soirées, Raymonde even to the market, draped in diamonds with effortless confidence. Their jewels weren’t just adornments; they were power, allure, identity.

At 18, I inherited my first talisman, Raymonde’s 1920s engagement ring. It stayed with me through Brownian math lectures, intense interviews in the City, and long nights on the trading floor. But passion is what sets people apart. Theirs was finance. Mine was the fire of rubies, the depth of sapphires, the impossible green of an emerald.

Fate intervened on a train from Antwerp to Paris, where Victor—the man who saw my dream before I could - met Georges, the diamond dealer who would craft my engagement ring and opened the doors to the world of fine jewelry for me…

And so, my jewelry house was born : not just from ambition, but from desire.