Then, Victor opens his hand to show me perhaps the biggest diamond I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I gasp when I see it, completely distracted from my answer. I am not a diamond afficionado, I know nothing about carats, but all I can say is that it is…big. Huge, even, and gorgeously cut and facet
Then, smiling again, Victor turns to me. “Well, Evelyn? What do you think?” “Actually,” I say, cheeky, “I would like to revisit this question of first-choice of deserts –“ Victor laughs, but also closes his eyes and shakes his head. “Please, Evie, the three of you are killing me –“ “Yes!” I cry,
Two hours later, the house is full of people. Not gathered for an engagement party or some kind of celebration, as one might expect. Despite the fact that this is perhaps one of the happiest days of my life, it’s also just precisely that. A day in my wonderful life. And as I watch my Alpha fiancé m
That night, after dinner, Victor and I tuck the boys into bed. Alvin spent our entire dinner gushing about their day studying with Miss Georgia – about everything they learned, and how great the books were, and how every single thing Georgia did was wonderful. Ian, alternately, spent the meal sullen
Victor looks down at me, considering. “They’re really growing up, aren’t they?” I nod, my face a little grim at the fact. If it were up to me, I’d keep them at this age forever. But, also…a little part of me has to admit that I’m excited to see the people they grow into. Victor sighs, putting his
Victor and Edgar sit in the driver and passenger seats of a basic black sedan with darkly tinted windows, watching the restaurant where Amelia has agreed to meet for lunch. “Seriously, Victor,” Edgar says quietly, staring out the window and not at his friend. “You don’t think Amelia is going to be
“No,” she bites out, between her teeth. “I did not know that.” She narrows her eyes at him. “It hasn’t been on any of the gossip blogs or in the media. How do you know?” He shrugs a little. “My intel is just better than yours.” “Fine,” she growls, taking his bait a bit, getting angry precisely whe
About forty-five minutes later, the van pulls up to a chain-link gate at the airport. As the drivers stop the van to have a brief discussion with the guards, Amelia raises her eyes to glare steadily at Victor. He meets her eyes evenly, without emotion, and doesn’t break her gaze. She doesn’t intimid