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“Yeah. We’ll head over to Tiffany’s, and you can pick out whatever you want.”

“Tiffany’s? I’ve never been in Tiffany’s.”

“You’ll love it. Let me call the family driver, Martin, to come get us.”

“You have a driver?”

“Yeah. He’s really cool. You’re going to love this lifestyle for a while.” He winked. “I think we should exchange phone numbers since we’re engaged to be married.”

I pulled out my phone and entered his number, and he entered mine. A while later, Martin called and said he was waiting outside. My first couple of hours in New York City, and I was off to pick out an engagement ring.What the fuck am I getting myself into?

Chapter Four

When we arrivedat Tiffany’s, we were taken into a room in the back where the most beautiful diamond rings sat on velvet cushions.

“It’s nice to see you, Mr. Hamilton.”

“Thank you, Doug. I would like you to meet my fiancée, Emma Knight.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you, Miss Knight.” He smiled graciously. “Please take a seat. I’ve taken the liberty of pulling some of our finest diamonds for you. May I offer you a glass of wine?”

“That would be wonderful. Thank you.”

Max and I took a seat in front of the table. “Pick out whatever you want.”

“They’re all so beautiful, Max.”

“Beautiful diamonds for a beautiful woman.” He winked.

My stomach was in knots, and I was afraid to touch them. I’d never seen such beauty up close before. I carefully looked at each ring as I slipped it on my left hand. Such sparkle and elegance had never touched these hands, and I was in awe and feeling a bit overwhelmed.

“Here, try this one.” Max smiled as he took my hand and slipped on a three-carat cushion-cut ring with diamonds going down the sides.

“Excellent choice, Mr. Hamilton. That is one of our brand new collections.”

“I love it.” I smiled as I looked over at Max.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, and it fits perfectly.”

“That’s the one we’ll take, Doug.” Max pulled out his credit card.

“Ah, excellent. It’s so wonderful to see two young people so in love and embarking on a wonderful journey and new life together.”

I almost busted out into laughter. If poor Doug only knew.

As soon as Max and I left Tiffany’s, I stopped him and put my hand on his chest.

“Aren’t you going to propose to me properly?” I smiled as I slipped my ring off and handed it to him.

“You mean right here on the street?”

“Yes. If we’re going to be engaged, I expect a proper proposal.”

“But the street is filled with people,” he nervously spoke.

“Isn’t that the point, Max?”

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