The soft chime of the door faded as I stepped inside, my eyes widening at the sight before me. Rows upon rows of glimmering rings lined the glass cases. Each one is more exquisite than the last. Silver, gold, crystal, frost-forged metal that shimmered faintly under the soft blue light of the store.
For a moment, I just stood there, speechless. "Lucian…?"
He walked beside me, his hand still holding mine as his gaze swept across the displays. "You remember, right?" he said quietly, that familiar calm smile tugging at his lips. "We didn't manage to exchange rings on our wedding day."
I turned to him slowly. "I—yes, I remember."
Lucian's thumb brushed over my knuckles before he continued, voice low and almost sheepish. "I don't know where I threw the ring the moment you fainted…"
I blinked. "You what?"
He smiled faintly, as if it were nothing more than a minor detail. "So yeah…" he murmured, his tone carrying a hint of amusement. "We're getting you a new one."
