“Oh wow, that’s—” Anya tips her head to the side, assessing. “That is kind of plain, but still a nice gesture. Ivan has clearly never bought a woman jewelry before.”
I pick up the plain gold band, running my thumb over the polished edge.
No frills. No gaudy gems or diamonds. No over-the-top detailing.
Just a simple gold band. Like the engagement ring I wanted.
The same one I wanted when Mikhail and I were in Kieran’s shop, a lifetime ago. I hoped Kieran wouldn’t recognize me. He sees so many customers that there was no way he’d remember me, right?
Wrong, as it turned out.
“It’s perfect,” I murmur under my breath.
“Really?” Anya inspects it a bit closer and then shrugs. “Then Ivan knows what he’s doing. That’s another good sign.”
I close the lid and tuck the box carefully in my lap.
