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m the foyer anno

f red roses. He was in a custom-tailored suit,

hed, gentle. A tone that used to make my kne

st had with the Commission. They're

ame towards me, his eyes scanning the room befo

ightly, letting his

notice my

ful," I said,

He took my hand. "This wedding is going to be

s. They were brown. E

ace for a crack. "Do you really m

s composure returned. "Gia, why are you bei

m

a dismissive hand. "Come on, I ha

ti. One hand on the wheel, the other on my thigh. I

fortress in the Diamond District. W

emerged with

," he bowed slightly. "As

ned th

aller white diamonds. It was gaudy. Ostentatious. Eve

hest. "One of a kind. Just like you, Gia. I told the

ring and slid i

. Heavy. Lik

bond between us," he said,

ricked

ic tragedy of it all. That I'd ever

, a smug satisfaction settling over

the tear from my cheek, m

amilla's private Instagram. She'd posted a photo

amond, surrounded by a halo

said our love was tai

to, blurred but unmistakable

gs. Qua

duced our engagement. Bought us matching ou

the ring, and f

ispered, fighting the urge to