NICOLE
I’m still sipping on my frosted latte when we enter the jewelry store where our custom wedding bands will be made.
This store is out of this world! I’ve never seen bigger diamonds in all my life, and deep down, I already know that whatever we’ve come to do here will cost a fortune.
“Roman,” I whisper to him, feeling painfully out of place in my outfit, “are you sure about this?”
“Of course, baby,” he says right back before flashing me a radiant smile. He then throws his arm over my shoulder and pulls me closer to his side. “Don’t worry about a thing, alright? Have I ever given you a reason to doubt anything?
I joke, “Is this satire?”
Before Roman can respond, one of the employees approaches and welcomes us into their store. When she takes a good look at Roman’s face, I notice that her eyes widen and she puts her hands together. “Mr. Hayes…it’s such a pleasure to meet you! What can I do for you?”
Roman explains that he wants custom rings made for us both, and she calls the jeweler, who’s also the owner of the store. We’re shown all sorts of designs, and everything looks amazing. I almost hate myself for notunderstanding much about design and jewelry.
The jeweler catches up to this, though, and explains in simpler terms. Then, it becomes easier for me to figure out which of the options are my favorite. Roman lets me take the lead, and soon, excitement zips down my spine and I feel a lot more confident.
“What about engravings?” he asks. “Would you like for something to be written inside the rings?”
Roman and I exchange a look. I look at the jeweler and say,
“On his, I want the engraving ‘Forever Your Nikki”.”
Aş soon as I say the words, I feel stupid. I don’t know.
Maybe something more meaningful should be written on it. A quote. Something more significant. But Roman takes my hand in his and kisses my knuckles.
“It’s perfect,” he says.
“Will that be all?”
He nods, and then we move on to the next step-the price.
The number that leaves the jeweler’s mouth almost makes me choke on my latte. I try to keep it cool as I steal a glance at Roman, but he’s already nodding and offering to make the full payment now. I sip on more coffee so! don’t blurt something embarrassing.
Our measurements are taken, and then we’re off. As soon as we leave the store, l ask him, “Roman…eighty thousand dollars!? For two rings?””Pretty tame, if you ask me,” he answers before throwing. an arm around me. “I want you to have the best of the best, Nikki. I wish you’d let me spoil you a lot more.”
“I do let you spoil me.”
“We both know that’s not true. What happened to that card I gave you?”
It’s been so long since I last used it that I have no idea where it could be. I only ever bought the new phone with it. Roman gives me a look and my face flushes. “Okay, fine.
Maybe I just don’t like spending money I didn’t work for.”
“What’s mine is yours, Nikki.”


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