Page 184 of Ewan

Her sun-kissed skin glows darker against her white dress. She looks amazing, her long hair brushing her shoulders and her back.

Her lips are lusciously painted red.

“Something is missing,” I say, dragging my gaze down.

She wears heels, crimson like her dress.

Her eyes follow mine before she looks at me, baffled.

“What’s missing?” she asks, running a hand over her flare skirt and then placing it at her waist.

My eyes hover over her wrist and fingers before I push out of my seat.

I wear a pair of white linen pants and a loosely fit matching shirt. We didn’t even talk about what we were going to wear, and here we are. Both dressed in white.

I close the distance between us with a smile.

Her grin mirrors mine, although hers is intrigued and hesitant.

Holding her eyes, I take her hand and pull a bracelet out of my pocket. She doesn’t realize I’m sliding it over her hand when she finally catches on to what I’m doing and looks down.

“What is this?” she asks, smiling.

“A Christmas gift.”

She admires the work that went into this piece of jewelry––the tiny gemstones and delicate clasp.

Her eyes come to me. Her gaze is soft, glinting with emotion.

“This is a very expensive gift,” she says.

“So?”

“Are you sure you want to give this to me?”

I laugh.

“Why are you asking me that? I just gave it to you.”

She looks down.

“What if I lose it?”

“You think I’ll ask for money in return?”

“No. I think you might be mad if I did.”

“You won’t lose it,” I say, bringing my hand to her head and threading my fingers through her hair before pressing my lips against her temple and looping my arm around her shoulders. “Don’t worry about the money. Money is not a problem.”

She tips her eyes up while I look down, and she hesitates for a moment before wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me with passion.

“Thank you,” she says, and my heart swells.

Her happiness always makes mine soar.

SCARLETT

It’scold and snowy when we land in New York. What a difference a three-hour flight can make?

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