“Two for two. They’re hitting it out of the park!” She’s totally impressed, as am I.
The last box is the largest.
My Wildfire,
I think I knew how special you were the moment we met, but I was too young to really understand what you would mean to me. You’ve always been the sane voice that kept me anchored, the cheerleader who encouraged exploration. You are my rock. The one true constant. My lobster. My Queen. Thank you for always being in my corner.
Kingston
PS. No. It’s not too much. Yes. Wear it today. It goes with the dress.
Excitement swirls up my spine and over my shoulders as a soft giggle leaves my lips. That last bit reminds me of his text all those months ago, telling me to wear the green dress. He was right. The green dress really did boost my confidence when I needed it to.
And it definitely snagged Alex and Gabe’s attention.
Giddy, I tear into the last package. My brows hit my hairline when I see the monogram onthe box. And then, lifting the double flaps, my breath abandons me entirely.
“Oh my…”
“God…” Shon finishes.
My beauty team has given up for the moment, leaving Shon and me to drool over the necklace bedazzling my lap. Outside, the quartet starts warming up, soft notes carrying through the open balcony door.
“This— It’s so—” Sparkly. Heavy. Exquisite. “—too much,” I say, frozen.
Shon gives a disapproving cluck over my left shoulder. “Girl, it’s just enough.”
“It needs its own bodyguard.”
“You have a whole team of them.”
“He says to wear it today.” I hand over the note.
She reads it quickly, then tucks it away with the others. “Of course he does. He’s marking you.”
I glance up at her, brows high in question.
She lifts the necklace from its velvet bed and steps behind me, draping it around my throat. The metal is cool against my skin.
“Didn’t you tell me he has a dominant side? So of course he wants his ice around your throat.” Then she leans close so only I can hear. “Think of it as the world’s fanciest collar.”
“Ohmygod, are you serious?” I whisper-shout.
“Mhmm… so is he.”
She finishes up with the clasp, and we stare at the line of diamonds that circles my throat and dips down between my collarbones, finishing with a hefty teardrop of pale blue-green.
“Seriously doubt that’s a sapphire, sweetie.”
She knows him too well.
“Glad he’s finally using some of that trust fund.”
“It’s just… not like him,” I hedge.
“Ha!” The sound bursts from her lips, and she throws her head back as her hand covers the deep line of her cleavage. “You haven’t been paying attention, girl. He hates the money right up until the minute he gets to spend it on you. Fancy dresses. Priceless shoes. Vacations all over the world.”
She flops into the chair next to mine, brown eyes shining. “A yacht. Are you getting the picture?”
