After a while, both Arwen and Aiden stepped out of the boutique. It was still late in the afternoon and the soft warm glow of the sun was still there in the sky. Just as they reached the car, and Aiden was about to open the door of the door for her, Arwen turned, her eyes questioning and her tone uncertain.
"Why did you do that?" she asked, crossing her arms. "Wedding rings come in pairs. How can you get me one but not let me get one for you?"
She had wanted to ask Mr. Castille for a matching ring for Aiden, but he had gently stopped her before she could.
Aiden paused, a small, amused smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He reached out, his hand slowly caressing her hair. "You can, of course," he said softly. "But not from here. You can get me one from another store and it will be equally precious."
Arwen's brows furrowed. "Why?" she asked, confusion lacing her voice. "Why can't I get you one from here? Do you think I don't have the money?"