Page 20 of Promising You
“What do you think of this one?” He’s pointing to an engagement ring that has a diamond solitaire that’s at least 2 carats. I recognize the signature blue in the store and look up to confirm that we’re standing in front of Tiffany’s.
“Yeah, you’re funny, Garret.” I tug on his coat. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Do you like it or not?” He puts his arm around my waist and moves me closer to the window.
“Well, yeah. What’s not to like? Look how much it sparkles. And the diamond is huge. That ring must cost $10,000.”
“More like $100,000,” he says.
“Are you serious?” I look at it again. “How do you know that? There’s no price on it.”
“I just know.” He leads me to the next window. “How about this one?”
“I don’t like the diamond. It’s too big,” I say, playing along. “I like the other one better.”
He laughs. “I’ve never heard a girl say a diamond was too big.”
“I just think when they get too big they look fake.”
He leans down. “I say the same thing about breasts.”
I shake my head and smile as we walk to the last window.
“Okay, here’s another one.”
“Garret, come on. Let’s just go to dinner.”
“Not until you tell me if you like this one.”
I get up closer to the window. “Nope. I don’t like it.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t like the round shape of the diamond. I liked the square shape better. And I don’t like gold. I prefer silver or whatever that first one was.”
“It was platinum.”
“Whatever. Can we go now?”
I wait for him to move but he stands there with his eyes shut. “Two carats. Princess cut. Platinum. Got it.” He opens his eyes, takes my hand, and starts walking again. “You’re going to love this restaurant, Jade.”
Garret begins telling me about the restaurant but I’m not even listening. I’m still trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Did I just pick out an engagement ring?
CHAPTERSIX
I feelGarret’s hand on my lower back as he leads me through the hotel lobby.
“So what do you think?” he asks as we wait for the elevator.
“About what? The hotel? It’s nice.” I look up at the giant chandelier hanging above us.
“I wasn’t talking about the hotel. Did you hear anything I just said?”
“I think you said something about the restaurant.”
He rolls his eyes, smiling. “I was telling you how the restaurant rotates. But I guess you didn’t find it that interesting.”
We’re on the elevator now with people all around us, so I don’t want to ask about the rotating restaurant even though I’m dying to know more. How does a restaurant rotate?
