Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Tears well up in my eyes as I look up at him. “I’m sorry I don’t want to go to Central Park anymore.”
He pulls me in and kisses my forehead. “Don’t be sad, and don’t be sorry. We can come back anytime. It’s not a big deal. Don’t be sorry about anything, okay?” He pulls me back, his hand still cradling my face, and looks down at me. “None of this is your fault. Nothing is ruined. I promise you, we can rebuild anything that was broken, and we’ll build something a lot better.”
I smile weakly, though my vision remains a bit blurry. “Spoken like a true architect.” I lean against him, and his arms close around me for a hug. “I can’t believe I never asked what you were studying. That makes perfect sense, though. You’re totally an architect.”
“And you’ve only seen me working on the fly. Wait until you see what I can dream up when I have time to draw up proper plans.”
My smile turns a little ironic as I pull away. “Why does that sound vaguely sinister?”
He smirks, then presses the button so we can cross the street and takes my hand. “The only difference between a threat and a promise is your willingness to participate.”
“You’re not going to put some kind of girlfriend dungeon in your Boston house if I don’t agree to move with you, are you?” I joke.
He shrugs, an easy smile on his face. “I mean, I’d rather make it something you’d like better, maybe a library with a comfy reading nook, but I do what I have to do.”
CHAPTER 31
CASSIE
The metallic gold sandals Tor put on hold for me aren’t the most comfortable shoes I’ve ever tried on, but I think they’ll be fine for the amount of walking he said we’ll have to do tonight, so we buy them.
He tells me I can pick out a purse if I’d like a different one for our evening plans, and now that I have some indication of the color scheme, I look for something that will match the shoes. I find a glittery gold bag, and he nods his approval, so we buy that, too.
Quite a few designer stores are over this way, and he asks if I want to go in. I say okay, but I don’t expect to buy anything. The price tags make my stomach hurt. I’d have to really love something to pay that much for it, even if I could afford to.
Unfortunately, when we get to Dior, I do run into problems.
“Oh no,” I say, grabbing a black-and-tan bag with a pretty gold medallion clasp. “This is so pretty.”
“Yeah? That doesn’t sound like an ‘oh no’ situation,” he tells me. “If you like it, buy it. God knows we need to fill up your closet.”
“I can’t buy it,” I murmur, lifting the flap to look at the interior. “I already bought a purse for tonight.”
“Doesn’t have to be for tonight. Buy both, take whichever one you like once you see the dress, and take both home. There’s no problem here.”
Eyes wide, I show him the price tag.
He doesn’t acknowledge it beyond a nod.
“Did you see both zeros?”
“I did, and I didn’t see a problem. See if there’s anything else you like while we’re here. I should’ve known you’d be a Dior girl.”
I don’t know what that means, but I do slide the purse strap on my shoulder just to see how it feels.
Sadly, I do love it.
And I do want it.
And since he’s so willing to buy it, I don’t think I can say no.
I spend a lot of time looking at the purses. If I had limitless money and no shame, there are at least six I would buy, but I’m happy with the one I picked out.
When I’m finished admiring all the bags, I wander over to Tor by the jewelry case.
“What are you looking at?” I ask him.
“I was thinking you might like a necklace or a bracelet to wear tonight,” he says, looking in the glass case. “See anything you like?”
He’s unfortunately correct about me being a Dior girly because I see many things I like. “I’ve already picked out two bags today. Do you like anything?” I ask him.
He points at a gold bracelet. It’s delicate and lovely with a Dior charm and a single cluster of pearls and gold in the shape of what looks like a daisy. “What about that one?”
The lady behind the counter has been observing us, so she pulls the daisy bracelet out of the case for me to look at. I drape it over my wrist and smile. “I love it.”
“Perfect.” He glances at the saleslady. “We’ll take this and the bag.”
I’m beaming when we leave Dior. I shouldn’t go there ever again because I’ll spend too much money, but I love the items he just bought me. “Thank you,” I say, hugging his bicep.