Eddie’s POV"Classic, something timeless," I offered, feeling a tad out of my depth amidst the sparkling diamonds and fancy terminology.The woman nodded enthusiastically. "Excellent choice. We have a beautiful selection of solitaires and three-stone rings. Perhaps you could tell me a little bit about your fiancée's taste?"I hesitated. Amelia didn't exactly wear a lot of jewelry, and when she did, it was always simple and elegant. "She doesn't wear a lot of flashy things," I finally admitted. "But she appreciates quality and craftsmanship.""Ah, I understand," the woman said, her eyes gleaming with understanding. "Then let's show you something truly special."She led us over to a display case and carefully lifted a velvet cushion, revealing a ring that took my breath away. It was a platinum band set with a single, flawless diamond. The cut was simple, elegant, and sparkled with an inner fire that seemed to dance in the light. It was perfect."This is a radiant cut diamond," the woma
Eddie’s POV"Not much," David admitted with a grimace. "The lawyer keeps spinning things, making mountains out of molehills. It's frustrating, to say the least."The next few hours were a blur of legal jargon, tense negotiations, and increasingly heated arguments. The lawyer, a slick-looking man with a face that seemed permanently set to 'smug,' wouldn't budge. Every concession we offered, he countered with a new demand. My patience wore thin as sandpaper, and I could see James's knuckles turning white as he gripped the armrests of his chair.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the lawyer called for a break. He sauntered out of the room, leaving an oppressive silence in his wake."This is getting us nowhere," I muttered, slamming a fist on the table."Tell me about it," David grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.James, ever the optimist, tried to inject some positivity. "Hey, at least we're still talking. That means there's a chance we can reach a settlement."I wasn't so
Eddie’s POVIgnoring his further attempts to downplay the situation, I took a deep breath. "Mark, the factory manager, just informed me that they've found security footage from the day of the accident. Footage that clearly shows Mr. Johnson, your client, completely ignoring the mandatory PPE station."The lawyer's face turned a shade paler than his already pale suit. His smugness had evaporated, replaced by a mixture of shock and anger. "That's—that's impossible!" he sputtered, his voice losing its usual confident edge."Not impossible," I countered, a satisfied smirk playing on my lips. "Just inconvenient for your case, wouldn't you say?"The next few minutes were a whirlwind of activity. David, with renewed vigor, spoke with the lawyer on speakerphone, laying out the evidence and the ramifications of Mr. Johnson's negligence. The lawyer blustered and argued, but his attempts were feeble. The evidence was clear-cut.Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the lawyer conceded. He
Amelia's POVI could feel Blair's shock and surprise as she automatically wrapped her arms around me. My tears slipped down my face as I held on to her tightly without saying a word. "Amelia," Blair started, her voice full of concern and worry, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"I sniffed and pulled away from her, not knowing where to begin. She put my hair back and cupped my cheek. "Honey, what's wrong? You're scaring me. Is it Eddie? Did something happen between you two? Is that why you're here with your bags?"I nodded, sniffed again and launched into my story. I told her of how Eddie and I had slept together last night and how we had even confessed to been in love with each other. Then I told her of Jenna's visit earlier in the morning and how she had insinuated that she was moving in because she and Eddie we're getting back together. Blair's eyebrows furrowed as I narrated my tale. "And you beieleved her just like that? Amelia, we both know Jenna is a bitter, narcissistic an
Amelia's POV"When I woke up this morning," I continued, my voice gaining a touch of strength, "things weren't exactly as I expected."There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end. "What do you mean? What wasn't as expected?"My gaze flickered to Blair, who offered a small nod of encouragement. "There was... someone else there," I said, the words tasting bitter on my tongue."Someone else? Amelia, who are you talking about?"I took another deep breath, steeling myself for his reaction. "Jenna," I blurted out, hating the way my voice wobbled with unshed tears. "She came to the house this morning and told me she was moving back in."There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line. "Jenna? What are you talking about?"His bewildered tone gave me a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, Jenna had been lying through her teeth."She said she was coming back to live with you, that you were getting back together," I explained, my voice gaining a touch of strength. "And the
Amelia's POVThere was a hickey on her neck. It was then that I remembered that she had had a date the previous night with James, the guy she had had a one-night stand with a few days ago. Blair looked down at me, obviously startled by the way that I had gasped. "What? What is it? Why did you gasp?" She asked, her words coming out in a rush filled with concern and worry."Blair…" I stammered with my voice barely above a whisper. I gestured towards her neck, feeling incredibly awkward. "There's… there's a…"Blair's hand flew to her neck, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing crimson. "I completely forgot about that!"A relieved laugh escaped my lips, the tension easing from my shoulders. "It's okay," I managed, forcing a smile."No, it's not!" Blair said, flustered. "Here I am, trying to get you all dolled up for Eddie, and I look like I just… well, you know…""No worries," I reassured her again, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my l
Amelia’s POVA playful glint lit up Blair's eyes. "Okay, okay, I confess," she said, leaning in conspiratorially. “So when the date started with James, I thought it would not last because he kept on picking up these frequent calls and was getting carried away with those calls, which were apparently from his work. I got pissed and told him off when the same thing kept happening even after we were done with our meal and about to order dessert. I was ready to leave, but he apologized profusely and explained. Apparently, his boss was engrossed in this huge PR scandal and it required a lot of attention. We eventually ended up going to his place after our dinner.”“Oooooh, you naughty girl,” I teased her while winking at her suggestively.She blushed and rolled her eyes. “Will you let me finish my story?” she huffed.I raised my hands up in surrender. “Fine, fine. I'll keep quiet.” I said as I drew a zipping motion across my lips. “But can we make breakfast first?” I asked. “I did not ha
Amelia’s POVWe both let out a laugh, the nervous energy from our conversation dissipating into a comfortable camaraderie. With a newfound sense of purpose, we began to divide the cleaning tasks. I tackled the dishes, filling the sink with soapy water and dunking the cereal bowls and spoons. Blair, meanwhile, wiped down the counter surfaces, humming along to the upbeat music playing on the radio.As we worked, a comfortable silence settled between us, punctuated only by the clinking of dishes and the whoosh of the sponge against the countertop. It was a familiar silence, one that spoke volumes about the depth of our friendship. Even amidst the whirlwind of unexpected romance, the bond we shared remained as strong as ever. Even as we cleaned up, I could not stop thinking about what Blair had said about double dates. I began to imagine it, Eddie and I going on double dates with Blair and James.A giddy feeling bubbled up in my chest as I pictured the scene. We'd find a quaint little res