Page 33 of From Us, Forever

I scrunched up my nose. “I think it’s the other way around, but I don’t want it.” I handed it back to him.

He halted me midair and closed my fingers around the card. “You either keep it anduseit, or I swear I’ll buy the entire store you walk into today.”

I blinked. “Fine.” I pressed one last kiss on his lips before I headed off to join Lily and Gabe.

“Ooh, fancy.” Gabe’s eyes gleamed as he took the card I placed on the table. “Now I wish Rory was a rock star.”

“I’ll buy you anything you want, Gabe,” I said, forking a piece of the buttery chicken that just melted into my mouth.

“Who needs a black card that can buy cars when I have a permanent sugar mommy!” Gabe dropped the card and drew his chair closer to me, hugging me from the side.

“Dramatic,” Lily and I commented at the same time as we polished our plates and drank a little too much wine than necessary.

After lunch, we headed down, and Tyler drove us to Saks Fifth Avenue, which apparently was the only store appropriate to shop at as a celebrity’s girlfriend.

“I don’t think it was a good idea to come here.” I frowned at the price tag of a pale pink summer dress that I was holding. It was gorgeous, the material flowing like a soft cloud, but it wasn’t worth that much money.

“I think it’s the best idea.” Gabe plucked the price tag from my hand and hid it inside the dress. “No peeking.”

“Can’t help it,” I muttered.

“First things first. We need to figure out your style.”

“My style?” I raised a brow.

“You don’t need to worry about it. Just go and try all these.” Lily and Gabe dumped a mountain of clothes on my arms and pointed me toward the private room our personal shop assistant set up for us.

After trying on hundreds of dress combos, they both arrived at the conclusion I fit into the category of romantic and elegant chic—whatever that meant—but it included soft, midi dresses, flattering wide jeans, and classy sweaters all in tones of blush. I agreed I looked different.Gooddifferent.

“I think I’m going to ask Rory to marry me,” Gabe said nonchalantly as I swiped the fancy card for a monumental number on the receipt that I did not even want to glance at.

“What!?” Lily and I both shrieked at the same time.

“I think it’s time. He’s been putting it off for years because of me, but I’m ready now that my event planning gig is picking up, and I’m at a happy place in life. So I think I’m going to pop the question instead.”

Tears welled my eyes as I hugged him. “I’m so happy for you.”

“Not yet, chica,” he replied with a smile. “He has to say yes first.”

“He will.” Lily pulled him into a hug just as I pulled away.

A sudden chill shot up my spine, and my next breath lodged in my throat.

I shivered, folding my arms to my chest as I glanced over my shoulder.

Only the sight of unsuspecting passersby and milling families greeted me.

But something about the sensation felt oddly familiar, the same way I felt at the club—like someone was watching me.

“Evy.” My eyes shifted when a soft hand landed on my shoulder. I peered at Lily, who was looking at me with concerned eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I shrugged.

“You sure, Ms. May?” Tyler questioned, his eyes scanning around us.

“Yes.” I nodded, still reeling from the sensation. “Let’s go.”

After dropping Gabe at his place and Lily on her floor, Tyler and I arrived upstairs while he carried the pile of bags we had purchased.

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