Page 92 of Roman

“It marks you as mine, Effie. Taken.” He bent and kissed my mouth, his lips lingering. “And soon, the whole world will know.”

I nodded, unable to take my eyes off the ring. He laughed low in his chest. “Do you like it?” he asked, sounding playful and boyish.

“Very much.”

“We need to go see Nonna this afternoon. And we’re having dinner with Luca and Justine tonight. I will make arrangements.” He stepped back. “I have to go. Be ready in two hours. Wear one of the dresses I bought you.”

I had no words to say. No questions to ask. I was too busy processing everything, and my brain was on overload.

Roman cupped my cheek. “Are you all right, Effie? You’ve gone pale again.”

“I’m fine. It’s”—I paused—“it’s a lot to take in.”

“I’ll be right beside you.”

Recalling my thoughts earlier, I straightened my shoulders. “Yes, I’m fine.”

He smiled and tugged me into his arms, kissing me until I was breathless and dizzy. He shook his head as he pulled back. “You’re more than fine, Effie. You are breathtakingly perfect.”

Then he left me alone.