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I text Ethan.

Lily: I need birthstones for everyone. You, Claire, your brothers, your dad, and any grandkids.

His response comes almost immediately. He quickly shoots off everyone’s birthstones.

Ethan: I know my mom would love the option to add more birthstones for potential new grandkids in the future, if possible.

Lily: Perfect. What about your mom's stone?

Ethan: October. Opal.

I send the information to the jeweler, along with a request to leave space for future additions. They confirm they can have it ready by Friday and will have a sketch for my approval in a few hours. It’s costly to rush, but Ethan approves the amount without a moment’s hesitation. I wonder exactly how much money this man has.

One gift down.

Next: the book.

I call the rare book shop Maya recommended. A man with a pleasantly gruff voice answers.

"Marcus here."

"Hi, Marcus. My name is Lily Preston. Maya gave me your number. I'm looking for a first edition ofPride and Prejudice."

"For yourself?"

"A gift."

"Budget?"

I hesitate. "What's the range?"

"For a true first? You're looking at anywhere from five to fifteen thousand, depending on condition."

I nearly drop the phone.

"That's... a lot."

"It's Austen," Marcus says, like that explains everything. "But I might have something for you. Come by this afternoon. I'll show you what I've got."

"Thank you. I'll be there."

I hang up and stare at my notes.

Fifteen thousand dollars. For a book.

This is insane.

But also kind of amazing. I can’t fathom what it would be like to create a piece of art that would be worth that much money.

I spend the next hour coordinating with caterers and florists, and by the time I finish, my brain feels like mush. After speaking with a local bakery about a birthday cake display and deciding to go with two smaller cakes and a dessert table full of cupcakes, cookies, fresh fruits and truffles, I stand and stretch. I need a break.

I wander out of the office and find Ethan in the living room, reading a medical journal.

"How's it going?" he asks, setting the journal aside.

"Good. The necklace is on track. And I have a lead on the book."

"That was fast."