Chapter 62: Live A Little
Lizzie
Two days after Reese’s proposal—two days that still felt like a fever dream—I found myself sitting cross-legged on Savannah’s living-room floor, surrounded by more diamonds than I had ever seen outside of a museum heist movie.
I stared down what could only be described as a small, glittering battlefield, with diamonds spread out before me in an almost offensive display of wealth and brilliance, each one catching the light in a way that demanded attention, demanded preference, demanded a choice I was beginning to realize I was entirely unqualified to make.
The late-morning sun poured through the tall bay windows, catching every facet and throwing tiny rainbows across the cream-colored walls.
The air smelled like fresh coffee, the faint sweetness of
