The next morning, Latham drove Dorothea to the mall bright and early.
“This time, let’s get you something pricier. If someone tries to steal it again, they’ll end up with a much heavier sentence.”
Dorothea glanced at him. “It won’t get stolen again. I’ll keep the ring on my finger, happy?”
Latham grinned. “I’m not blaming you. If you lose it, we’ll just buy another. Seriously, it’s no big deal.”
As soon as they stepped into the store, the staff closed the door for their private shopping.
“What can I show you two today?” the clerk asked politely.
Dorothea noticed how everything had been set up just for them. “Did you plan all this in advance?”
The clerk looked like he knew Latham well, clearing out the space for their exclusive service.
Latham nodded. “Bring it out.”
“Of course, sir.”
The clerk bowed and brought over a velvet tray, his hands gloved. He set two rings on display. “These are custom wedding bands, designed just for you by our Italian designer a few days ago. Would you like to try them on?”
The men’s band was a cool-toned gunmetal black, simple but accented with a few tiny sapphires.
The women’s ring was even more stunning. Teardrop sapphires, linked by tiny diamonds, sparkled like a string of stars.
Inside the bands, their English names were faintly engraved.
One ring was bold, the other more subtle.
These rings were in a completely different league compared to the set they’d picked out on a whim before.
“Do you like them?” Latham asked.
Dorothea’s eyes sparkled brighter than any gem. “I love them.”
Latham slipped the ring onto her finger himself. “That’s all that matters.”
Dorothea just nodded, then clung to Latham’s arm as they headed for the car.
Albert’s eyes lit up for a second when he saw her, but he quickly masked it. “Dorothea, I need to talk to you.”
Dorothea ignored him, opened the car door, and got in.
Albert blocked the door, refusing to let go. Latham stepped right up to him. “Albert. Try bothering my wife again and see what happens.”
Albert pressed his lips together, then moved his hand away. “Dorothea, I really don’t want anything. But even if Carola made mistakes, you didn’t have to go that far.”
He wasn’t really there to defend Carola. He just wanted to get under Dorothea’s skin for reasons he couldn’t explain, especially with her wedding coming up so soon. This was the only tactic he could think of.
Dorothea didn’t react. She rolled up the window, not even giving him a glance.
Latham got behind the wheel, slammed on the gas, and the car shot forward. Albert, who’d still been leaning on the window, lost his balance and fell flat onto the pavement.
After driving a few meters, Latham rolled down the window. “Albert, if you have this much time to waste on us, maybe try caring about your sweetheart instead. I heard her court date is tomorrow.”

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