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“Now that we’re done with all this, let’s go on our date.”
“Date?” I blink, smoothing out the dark green dress he just bought for me on a whim, and then tells me to wear out of the boutique.
I don’t know how much he spent, but he had been adamant, and I can’t win against him when he has made up his mind. I try not to think of numbers.
He
grins at me.
“Yeah. Our date. But, before that—”
He takes out a long velvet box from the inside pocket of his coat, and holds it out to me. I raise my hands.
“No. Absolutely not. No jewelry.”
He looks at me, and for the first time in my life, I see his face fall.
“But I chose it just for you.”
“I can’t accept it, Philip.” I try to harden my voice, but Philip has discovered a whole new weapon to use against me.
“You’re not even going to look at it?” His voice is low.
Unable to bear the misery in his voice, I find myself relenting. There is no harm in taking a quick look if it will appease him.
It is a beautiful necklace, with small diamonds that shine so bright that if hold in the sun, they could blind a person. Green emeralds are set in it, enough so that they don’t scream, but still give a stunning appearance. It isn’t too gaudy, and it isn’t too plain. As I look at the intricate design, it feels like it was made just for me.
“Just try it on,” he coaxes, and I glare at him.
“No. It’s too much!”
“Just for a few minutes, Charlotte. I got it custom made, just for you. Chose the design and everything. I mean the least you can do is show me how it looks on you.”
I make a face, feeling my will break, “Look, I appreciate—”
“Just for a while. That’s all I’m asking.” His tone is so defeated that even while I know I am being played, I lift the hair off my neck. When his hands brush against my nape, locking the necklace on, I feel my cheeks burn.
“There,” I say, not wanting to admit that I actually like the necklace.
A slow smile blooms on Philip’s face, and he takes my hand and brushes his lips on the back of it, his touch making my skin tingle.
“It suits you.”
I fidget nervously.
“Can I take it off now?”
He shrugs, and starts the car, a sly smile on his lips.
“Sure. Once we get home.”
“Wait, what?!”
I glower at my husband as he hands the car keys to the valet. He just gives me a laughing look.
I try in vain to open the clasp, but the devious man did something with it that I can’t undo it, and now the cold stones are set against my neck for the world to see.
Walking around the car, he raises my chin, and kisses me, a soft touch of lips, murmuring, “Do lose the frown, Mrs. McCoy. Or people will think we’re not a happy couple.” When a camera flashes nearby, I feel Philip’s form tense, but he forces a smile. “Ignore that. This is the first time we’ve been seen in public.”
