ARIELLE
"I didn't think you'd be here today," Cillian said as he strolled further toward the heart of the garden.
"I'm not planning to splurge on anything," I replied, matching his pace until we walked side by side. "I'm here on behalf of Luna Rogers – she asked me to pick up a few items for her."
"Oh, then I'd suggest avoiding anything too colorful or too modern," Cillian said with a knowing nod. "Luna Rogers prefers soft lines and muted tones. Trust me, if you manage to find even one piece that fits her taste perfectly, she'll never forget it."
He winked, and that smile – sharp, radiant, devastating – pierced straight through me like Cupid's arrow.
"Got it," I said, returning his smile. "Are you planning on buying something too?"
"I hope so," he sighed. "Mother's been feeling rather gloomy lately, so I wanted to get her something nice to lift her spirits. She'd be even happier knowing it was for charity."
