i
m the foyer anno
f red roses. He was in a custom-tailored suit,
hed, gentle. A tone that used to make my kne
st had with the Commission. They're
ame towards me, his eyes scanning the room befo
ightly, letting his
notice my
ful," I said,
He took my hand. "This wedding is going to be
s. They were brown. E
ace for a crack. "Do you really m
s composure returned. "Gia, why are you bei
m
a dismissive hand. "Come on, I ha
ti. One hand on the wheel, the other on my thigh. I
fortress in the Diamond District. W
emerged with
," he bowed slightly. "As
ned th
aller white diamonds. It was gaudy. Ostentatious. Eve
hest. "One of a kind. Just like you, Gia. I told the
ring and slid i
. Heavy. Lik
bond between us," he said,
ricked
ic tragedy of it all. That I'd ever
, a smug satisfaction settling over
the tear from my cheek, m
amilla's private Instagram. She'd posted a photo
amond, surrounded by a halo
said our love was tai
to, blurred but unmistakable
gs. Qua
duced our engagement. Bought us matching ou
the ring, and f
ispered, fighting the urge to

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