Page 116 of Bride By Coronation

She freezes.

"What's wrong?" I question.

"It feels funny."

"What does?"

She shifts on her feet, glancing around the room, admitting, "That I own anything on this boat."

"Well, you own the yacht too," I add.

She opens her mouth, then shuts it. She glances around again and shakes her head, muttering, "Crazy."

I chuckle. "Maybe a bit."

She bites her lip, goes to the window, and stares out at the sea. Then she notes, "I love the blue of the Mediterranean. Don't get me wrong, the Caribbean is awesome too, but there's something about this water."

I smile. "Agreed."

She steps in front of the door and opens it. "Holy crap! This is huge!"

I grin at her shock.

She spins to face me. "This is the biggest closet I've ever seen on a yacht. Even Dante's isn't this big!"

Pride fills me. I confess, "I had it redone when the Omni ordered me to marry you."

She gapes at me.

I continue, "It was a quarter of the size. So I had the construction crew knock out the wall to the other bedroom to make more space."

Her gaze darts between the closet and me.

I tease, "You should see your face right now."

"You created a bigger closet for me?"

"Yes. Want me to show you all the bells and whistles?" I ask.

She beams. "Umm, does a girl love shoes?"

I grin, puff out my chest, and step next to her. I lean down and tease, "Do I get extra points for filling the shoe rack?"

Fiona's eyes light up. "You didn't!"

My stomach flips, and I say a prayer she likes what I ordered. My personal shopper sent an email with over a hundred choices, and I agonized for hours about which ones I thought she'd love. I grab her hand, lead her to the end of the closet, and push a button.

The door rises. Dozens of designer athletic shoes, flip-flops, fancy sandals, and stilettos appear.

Fiona's mouth hangs open. She glances between me and the racks. In a raspy voice, she gushes, "No, you didn't!"

I chuckle, loving her lit-up face, giving myself an internal high five.

She grabs a pair of hot-pink stilettos and shrieks, "These aren't even available yet! And there's an estimated six-month wait once the release happens! How did you get them?"

Trying to play it cool, I shrug. "I know people."

She practically vibrates with excitement as she asks, "You know Marco De Finnery?"

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