She frowns but follows after him as I watch on. They stop at a glass counter and he reaches underneath, unlocking the back to pull out a piece of jewelry I can’t really see from this distance. Her fingers dart to her mouth to contain a gasp as her other hand whispers over the ring.
I gently step up behind her, looking over her shoulder.
The ring is beautiful, an oval cut ruby surrounded by glittering diamonds and a platinum band, the stones large but the ruby is truly a masterpiece. The deep red color reminding me of her wild hair.
“We’ll take this one,” I tell him.
“What?” Wren gasps.
“Of course sir,” Mr Livingstone says quickly, “Is there anything else?”
I laugh, “Is there a set to go with this?”
“Yes sir, a necklace, earrings and bracelet.”
“I’ll take them all, also did you get that piece I asked you for?”
“Yes sir.”
“Lex, you can’t just buy that! Did you see the price tag!?”
“Do you like it, little bird?”
“Yes, of course, it’s stunning but–”
“Then it is yours.”
“But Lex,” she starts but I cut her off with a kiss, “I’ll buy you the whole damn store little bird if that is what you wish for.”
“Lex,” she breathes into my mouth.
“Sir?” I look over to the old man who holds out a set of jewelry on the counter, the ring holding centre place.
I pick it up, “We can resize if required,” he tells me.
“Your hand, Wren.”
She holds it out for me, and I slip the ring on to her finger, the band a perfect size for her dainty little fingers.
She stares at it, her hand resting in mine, the ring positioned and then looks to me, eyes glistening, “Don’t go crying on me, little bird.”