Mason King, this man, has always been tolerant and loving to her, and Suzanne Trent never thought he would be a man who valued ceremonial gestures.
He was always calm and collected, doing what needed to be done without indulging in unnecessary formalities. That was his style.
So, she never expected that one day, Mason King would kneel before her with flowers and a ring in hand, proposing to her.
Yes, indeed.
A ring.
Suzanne Trent looked at the diamond ring in the velvet box he held. The diamond was of the purest she had ever seen, perfectly set in a simple band, without any extra embellishments, simple and elegant.
Mason King looked up at her, her expression a blend of confusion and astonishment.
Ordinarily, Suzanne Trent was a picture of composure and elegance, both at home and outside. At home, she was simple and clean, yet charming and elegant.