Page 15 of Mistletoe Missus
“Mr. Morgan, I presume?”
“Yes,” Mitt replied as he shook his hand and nodded toward the briefcase. “I expect you have what I asked for?”
“Absolutely,” he assured Mitt as he turned his attention toward me and extended his hand. “I’m Elliot from Harry Winston jewelers.”
“Hello, Elliot.” I shook his hand and glanced at Mitt in confusion. “What’s going on here?”
“Look for yourself,” Mitt answered with a nod at the briefcase.
Elliot wasted no time and flipped the latch to reveal what was inside the black leather case. I didn’t know what to expect. Everything was happening quickly. A proposal, a flight to another state, and my feelings blasted into overdrive. This was all too much and I...
Ate my words.
My hand slapped over my agape mouth, and I couldn’t believe the stunning sight before me. Two Harry Winston diamond wedding rings—and not just any regular bands. They were huge! Probably worth thousands of dollars.
“Here we have a 33.36 carat light pink diamond with a flawless rectangular cut and one-of-a-kind gem by Harry Winston worth $14 million,” Elliot explained as he showed off the wedding rings, and they sparkled in the light. “And next we have a 32.42 carat diamond with a unique pear-shape that is roughly the size of a cherry tomato by Harry Winston, worth $3.7 million.”
“Oh. My. God,” I breathed out each word, completely awestruck.
“Which will it be, angel?” Mitt asked me as I glanced from him and down toward the rings.
“You can’t be serious?”
“I am dead serious. I contacted them from the jet,” Mitt answered with certainty.
“I can’t accept this.” I shook my head. “This is too much.”
“No, it’s not. My bride deserves to pick out the wedding band she’ll be wearing for the rest of her life.”
“But these are worth millions!” I exclaimed with my hands up in the air.
Mitt grabbed me by the wrists and peered straight into my eyes. “And you deserve millions more.”
The pressure to cave was unbearable, and the rings were remarkable. They were beyond my wildest dreams for a ring on my finger, but everything about this marriage was out of the ordinary. Mitt was extraordinary. He was perfection.
“Mitt... I don’t know.” I hesitated.
“Pick one,” Mitt urged as his lips brushed each knuckle on my hand, and I crumbled at his feet. “If not for yourself, do it for Elliot, who took this time away from his family to be here on Christmas Day.”
Shit. He had a point. No wonder the poor man kept looking at his cell phone. His family was probably wondering when he’ll return home. But here I was, unsure about accepting a ring worth more than anything I had ever imagined I’d ever own!
“Well, the pink ring caught my eye...” I shrugged my shoulders and flashed a shy smile. “It can’t hurt to try it on, right?”
“That’s my girl,” Mitt grinned, and he reached out for the diamond ring. “Let’s see if I have the right size.”
Mitt slipped the ring on my finger with ease, and it didn’t get stuck. The wedding band fell into place where it should, and thering was the perfect fit. The $14 million ring was a match made in heaven.
“It’s perfect,” I whispered.
“Exquisite,” Elliot said.
“It’s beautiful,” Mitt breathed as I peered up, and he was staring straight at me.
Mitt lost himself in me and I fell into his spell. We were a swirl of emotions as we peered into each other’s eyes and the world melted away. His hand held mine, and the pad of his thumb stroked back and forth. His touch was a dangerous concoction that would surely explode.
“And my work is done!” Elliot snapped the briefcase closed, and the sound startled us back to the present.
Mitt cleared his throat. “A job well-done. Thank you for your time.”
