"Lustreé by Lorien Castille," Arwen read slowly as the car came to a halt right outside the world's renowned jewellery house. Her voice was laced with awe, and her gaze lingered on the cursive letters etched into the glass storefront.
She turned to look at Aiden and asked, "This… why did you bring me here?"
"We had wedding rings pending on our list for far too long," he said continuing, "I didn't think delaying it for longer would have been better."
"Wedding ring from here, husband? Are you sure?" she asked as if she wasn't sure.
Aiden's brows furrowed as well. He stared out of the window at the store icily. "I heard they are the best when it comes to designs and details. Do you not like them?"
Emyr, who had been sitting on the front, coughed hard. Not able to digest it suddenly. But he didn't dare say anything. He just sat there, quiet, trying his best to make his presence almost invisible.