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“Yeah? Then do us all a favor—post more, promote the hell out of your relationship. The world is loving it, man. Just give them what they want, and we’ll all be a lot richer.”
We were laughing when my phone rang, the caller ID showing that it was my doorman. I picked up my cell to answer and said into the speaker, “You can let them up,” before I went over to the front door. I opened it just as the two gentlemen, both holding briefcases, were approaching.
“Thanks for coming over, fellas.” I reached out my hand to shake theirs. “This is much easier than worrying about someone taking a picture of me in your store and sharing it everywhere. I don’t want the surprise to be blown.”
“It’s our pleasure, you know that,” Abraham said, grasping my fingers.
Once he released my hand, I shook Yaakov’s. “Good to see you both,” I said.
As they walked into my condo, Abraham replied, “We’ve designed several watches for you over the years, but never jewelry for any females. We’re honored to be doing your engagement ring.”
The Levi brothers not only owned the most successful jewelry chain in New England, but their designs were sold all over the world. They had a talent that I’d never seen before. And when it was time to pick out a ring, my friends were the only ones I would trust to make it.
I laughed. “I’m assuming you were a little taken aback when you got my call?”
“You could say that,” Yaakov replied. “We knew you were finally dating”—the black hair of his beard hung over his top lip when he smiled—“but to hear you’re getting engaged so soon, we didn’t anticipate that.”
“All it took was finding the right one and our boy became whipped as hell,” Easton responded, standing to shake their hands. “Good to see you guys.”
“And you,” Abraham said. “You know, you’re the next one we need to be designing a ring for.”
Easton chuckled. “You’re right about that. I’m just not tying the knot as fast as this one.”
I gave Easton a look that was equally as loud as the snapping and growling he’d mentioned earlier, and I led the men into the dining room. Abraham and Yaakov laid their briefcases on the table, entering a series of codes to unlock the thick leather binding.
Once they were both open, Abraham said, “We brought a good collection of the higher-end pieces we had in our safe. All are custom and all were designed by us.”
“Remember, anything can be changed, remade, added,” Yaakov told me. “If there’s something you like from one and something you like from another, we can combine the two elements into one piece.”
Each case held about ten rings.
The diamonds were all different sizes, shapes; some were solo, some had diamonds on both sides of the center stone, and some even had them built into the band.
I reached for one in the middle that instantly caught my eye, lifting it from its holder.
Jesus.
I’d never envisioned this moment.
How it would feel, what it would look like.
Who would have been the recipient.
Now that it was happening, my body was reacting.
Sweat was lifting from my skin. There was an ache in my stomach. There was even a goddamn jitter in my chest.
“It’s beautiful,” Easton said.
When I looked at him, I could tell he was attempting to calm me. He wouldn’t say anything—he wasn’t going to blow my cover just because we were friends with Abraham and Yaakov. So he was doing it silently, a peacefulness spreading across his face while he nodded toward the ring or the beer that was in my other hand—I couldn’t tell which one.
I glanced back at the ring. “Yeah ... it’s beautiful.” My voice was just above a whisper.
“Do you think that’s the one?” Abraham asked.
Square wasn’t right for her. Neither was round.
Or gold.
