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Authors: Kit Tunstall, R.E. Saxton
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though Patrick sensed her unhappiness, he turned to the jeweler and whispered something to him. Within a moment, the other man had left them in the small private room, and she frowned at her future fiancé. “What’s going on?”
He gave her a mysterious smile. “You’ll find out soon enough, my love.”
She shivered at the endearment, longing for when Patrick would utter the words themselves. She didn’t doubt he loved her, especially since he was planning to marry her, but he hadn’t yet said he loved her. It weighed heavier on her than she had expected, but was in no way going to deter her from marrying him.
Her attention wandered from the thought when their jewelry returned with a different case of rings. He set it on the table in front of where they had seated themselves, opening the metal box with a flourish. She gasped at the beauty before her, finding each ring so gorgeous she couldn’t pick one easily. “These are so much better than the others.”
Patrick smiled slightly. “These are antiques that have been restored, some having belonged to very famous people.”
“Mr. Murphy is correct,” said Stefan. He picked up a square amethyst ring surrounded by brilliant diamonds. “For example, this was once Marilyn Monroe’s.”
Remembering the other woman’s disastrous love life, she shook her head. She didn’t mind owning someone else’s ring, especially if they were in the past and long gone. She adored the idea of inheriting a ring with history, but she couldn’t help the superstition attached to the idea and didn’t want a ring that had belonged to someone who’d been unlucky in love.
They sorted through ten of the rings before she found the one she wanted. It was a pear-shaped diamond, just a simple solitaire arranged on a platinum band. The ring had once belonged to a minor noble in Russia, in the days before Czar Nicholas was deposed. As she went to remove it from the box after Patrick had paid for it, he snatched it away from her.
She glared at him. “What are you doing?”
“Not yet.” He grinned at her. “You’ll get it later in far more romantic circumstances.”
She rolled her eyes, though she was secretly pleased. “And how much later will that be?”
He glanced at his watch. “We have dinner reservations at Silk in roughly four hours. Is that fast enough for you?”
“Four hours?” She wanted to screech at him in her panic. “How am I ever going to get ready in time? I don’t have a dress for that.”
Patrick winked at her. “There should be something waiting for you on your bed at home.”
Stomach fizzing with excitement, she could barely sit still until Stefan returned his credit card. She took his hand as they left the store. “You’re so good to me,” she whispered, her cheek pressed against his shoulder.
His eyes flashed for a moment, and he seemed to be on the verge of arguing with her. Finally, he sighed before saying, “You deserve everything I can give you and more.”
Curiosity prickled her, but she shoved it aside. Today was a beautiful day, the first of many, and she didn’t want to disturb it by asking questions he clearly wasn’t ready to answer.
***
The silver and black gown fitted like a dream, as though made just for her. Knowing Patrick, and his connections, it probably had been. He wouldn’t have been above calling some exclusive boutique with her measurements, probably gathered from sneaking a garment from her closet, to demand a perfect dress be created for her and ready by that evening. She couldn’t mind too much if that had been what happened, even though it was arrogant, because the dress was amazing.
It bared her shoulders in a strapless style, hugging her torso before flaring out to a black skirt with what she suspected was real silver thread embroidered in a lacy pattern over it. Silver and black shoes accompanied the dress, and she left her long hair flowing free to cover her back. The bodice dipped low, curving near the
He gave her a mysterious smile. “You’ll find out soon enough, my love.”
She shivered at the endearment, longing for when Patrick would utter the words themselves. She didn’t doubt he loved her, especially since he was planning to marry her, but he hadn’t yet said he loved her. It weighed heavier on her than she had expected, but was in no way going to deter her from marrying him.
Her attention wandered from the thought when their jewelry returned with a different case of rings. He set it on the table in front of where they had seated themselves, opening the metal box with a flourish. She gasped at the beauty before her, finding each ring so gorgeous she couldn’t pick one easily. “These are so much better than the others.”
Patrick smiled slightly. “These are antiques that have been restored, some having belonged to very famous people.”
“Mr. Murphy is correct,” said Stefan. He picked up a square amethyst ring surrounded by brilliant diamonds. “For example, this was once Marilyn Monroe’s.”
Remembering the other woman’s disastrous love life, she shook her head. She didn’t mind owning someone else’s ring, especially if they were in the past and long gone. She adored the idea of inheriting a ring with history, but she couldn’t help the superstition attached to the idea and didn’t want a ring that had belonged to someone who’d been unlucky in love.
They sorted through ten of the rings before she found the one she wanted. It was a pear-shaped diamond, just a simple solitaire arranged on a platinum band. The ring had once belonged to a minor noble in Russia, in the days before Czar Nicholas was deposed. As she went to remove it from the box after Patrick had paid for it, he snatched it away from her.
She glared at him. “What are you doing?”
“Not yet.” He grinned at her. “You’ll get it later in far more romantic circumstances.”
She rolled her eyes, though she was secretly pleased. “And how much later will that be?”
He glanced at his watch. “We have dinner reservations at Silk in roughly four hours. Is that fast enough for you?”
“Four hours?” She wanted to screech at him in her panic. “How am I ever going to get ready in time? I don’t have a dress for that.”
Patrick winked at her. “There should be something waiting for you on your bed at home.”
Stomach fizzing with excitement, she could barely sit still until Stefan returned his credit card. She took his hand as they left the store. “You’re so good to me,” she whispered, her cheek pressed against his shoulder.
His eyes flashed for a moment, and he seemed to be on the verge of arguing with her. Finally, he sighed before saying, “You deserve everything I can give you and more.”
Curiosity prickled her, but she shoved it aside. Today was a beautiful day, the first of many, and she didn’t want to disturb it by asking questions he clearly wasn’t ready to answer.
***
The silver and black gown fitted like a dream, as though made just for her. Knowing Patrick, and his connections, it probably had been. He wouldn’t have been above calling some exclusive boutique with her measurements, probably gathered from sneaking a garment from her closet, to demand a perfect dress be created for her and ready by that evening. She couldn’t mind too much if that had been what happened, even though it was arrogant, because the dress was amazing.
It bared her shoulders in a strapless style, hugging her torso before flaring out to a black skirt with what she suspected was real silver thread embroidered in a lacy pattern over it. Silver and black shoes accompanied the dress, and she left her long hair flowing free to cover her back. The bodice dipped low, curving near the
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