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“Can you design something truly bespoke? An exceptional ring for an exceptional person on a very special day?” he asked.
Nicky nodded. “Of course. It would be my pleasure.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-NINE
Anwar had been planning this moment for months, wanting to make it as unique and unforgettable as their love story. He knew that Lucy deserved nothing less than sheer perfection. With the help of the renowned jewelry powerhouse Nicky Pelli, he designed an engagement ring that embodied their unique bond and celebrated Lucy's artistic spirit.
On a picturesque afternoon, Anwar walked with Lucy through a secluded garden adorned with blooming orchids and a serene waterfall. The air was filled with the sweet scent of jasmine, adding a touch of romance to the already magical ambiance. As they strolled hand in hand, sensing something extraordinary was about to unfold, Lucy's heart fluttered with curiosity and excitement.
Anwar led her to an elegant table under a canopy of date trees adorned with delicate china and crystal glasses, reflecting the sunlight like precious gems. As they took their seats, Lucy couldn't help but notice a small, intricately wrapped gift box in front of her. Her eyes widened, a surge of anticipation coursing through her veins.
With a sparkle in his eyes, Anwar leaned forward, his voice filled with love and adoration. "Lucy, my dearest heart, from the first day our paths crossed, you have inspired me and awakened a passion within my soul. You are my muse, the light that brightens my every day."
He reached across the table, his hand trembling slightly, and gently placed the gift box in Lucy's hands. Her heart raced as she carefully untied the rose-pink bow, her fingers trembling with excitement. She lifted the lid slowly, revealing a breathtaking engagement ring beautifully crafted by Nicky Pelli. The centerpiece was a giant pink sapphire, which shone with extraordinary brilliance.
Lucy's eyes widened with wonder as she beheld the exquisite design.
“I know Nicky Pelli’s work. I’ve seen her in Arab Vogue. She’s one of the brightest, most innovative stars in jewelry design,” Lucy said, gazing at the beautiful gift. “It couldn’t be more perfect.”
The ring showcased a mesmerizing piece of art, an ethereal fusion of delicate diamonds sweeping around the central sapphire and intricate sweeps of gold. Delicate arabesque patterns were meticulously engraved around the sides of the ring, adding an extra touch of splendor and uniqueness to the already extraordinary piece.
Tears welled in her eyes; It was as if Nicky had captured the essence of their relationship and transformed it into a tangible symbol of their love. Lucy looked up at Anwar, her voice filled with emotion. "Anwar, this ring... It’s exquisite. I can't believe you've created something so incredibly beautiful and unique for me. You didn’t have to. I didn’t need you to buy me an expensive ring to know how you feel.”
Anwar smiled, his eyes gleaming with love. “I wanted to,habibti. This ring represents the beauty of our love, the strength of our devotion, and the promise of our future together. Will you paint the canvas of our lives with your extraordinary talent as my partner, soulmate, and forever love? Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? "
“But I am already your wife,” she whispered.
“You were my reluctant bride. The wife I stole and sought to tame. I never asked for your hand in marriage. I demanded it. I disrespected you. We must love each other so that the person we care for with all our hearts feels truly loved,” Anwar said. “You have given that to me in spades, including the portrait of Zephyr and, of course, the birth of our daughter. The ring Nicky created for you is inspired by the orchid-shaped architecture of my brother’s wifeMelanie and theShutfah, a traditional headpiece worn by kings, leaders, and influential men. I told Nicky to design for a strong, empowered woman—not a woman stolen by a sheikh.”
Anwar rose from the table, then knelt on one knee at her feet. “Lucy, will you do me the honor of marrying and loving me freely as my untamed bride?”
Lucy's heart soared, overwhelmed by a wave of love and joy. She nodded, her voice choked with emotion. "Yes, Anwar, three thousand and three times yes!"
With trembling hands, Anwar gently took the ring from the box and slipped it onto Lucy's finger. “Now we have a wedding to plan. In Paris, the city of love.”
The world around them seemed to fade away as they shared a tender, passionate kiss, sealing their commitment.
In that magical moment, as they held each other, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the promise of forever, Anwar and Lucy knew that their love story would continue to unfold, each chapter filled with breathtaking moments, just like this one.
CHAPTERFORTY
“You told me you loved Leonardo’s painting more than any other. And so, my love, I thought, how best to give you the fairytale wedding you always dreamed of.”
Lucy stood in the Denon Wing in the Louvre in front of the portrait of Mona Lisa, tears filling her eyes, as Anwar slipped a gold band engraved with delicate arabesque patterns on her finger.
Surrounded by exquisite artworks and their closest friends and family who gathered to witness the magical moment, the gallery was filled with beauty and love. Anwar looked so distinguished and regal dressed in traditional Arabic attire, alongside Lucy, radiant and elegant in her white lace wedding gown.
Soft, ethereal music fluttered over them as their eyes met, and a wave of love and joy washed over them.The Mona Lisa, the enigmatic masterpiece, hanging on the wall behind the couple, seemingly following their every move. A bed of exotic pink orchids carpeted the floor, adding a touch of enchantment to the scene.
“I thought you didn’t believe in Valentine’s Day,” Lucy whispered, referencing their wedding date.
“I don’t. But you do, and that’s all that matters,” he nodded to his brother Fazza, who stepped forward and handed Anwar a small gift box of handmade French chocolates tied with a silk red bow. He leaned down and presented them to two-year-old Rabah. “For you, my princess, happy Valentine’s Day.”
He turned to Lucy and whispered, “We don’t want our daughter to feellove-starved, do we?”
“Oh, Anwar, you remembered.”
“I have never forgotten the things that speak to your heart,habibti.”
