"Wedding rings?"
They had gotten their marriage license so abruptly that they'd even skipped meeting the parents. Other formalities were naturally out of the question. Silas Thorne said, "The girl who just came over for your number reminded me. We really don't look married."
He raised his hand. His fingers were bare.
Even if it was an act, wedding rings were essential.
After Joyce Monroe agreed, they had dinner and entered a high-end jewelry store.
The sales associate didn't recognize Silas Thorne but knew Joyce Monroe, so she led them directly into a VIP suite.
"Miss Monroe, what kind of jewelry are you interested in seeing today?"
"Do you have any wedding bands?"
"Wedd—" The sales associate froze for two seconds, her gaze instinctively darting to Silas Thorne.
