Chapter 63: I'm Home
Lizzie
I exhaled. “I didn’t grow up rich, Reese. Unlike you, I’m not used to this—all of this.” I gestured at the fortune laid out like candy. “I don’t even know how to choose. I don’t think I know what I like in jewelry. If you haven’t noticed, I don’t really wear any. Never have. It wasn’t exactly a thing in my house growing up. We were lucky to live comfortably and have a little more than others out there. But that's that.” My voice softened. “I’m scared I’m going to pick wrong. Or that I’ll pick something and then hate it in six months and you’ll think I’m ungrateful or—”
“Hey.” Reese reached over and caught my hand, thumb brushing my bare ring finger. His eyes held mine. “There is no wrong choice. This isn’t a test. It’s not about proving anything. It’s about
