Scarlet’s POV
“Goddess,” Vespara grinned, flopping dramatically onto my bed. “He puts one ring on your finger, and suddenly you are a whole new woman. Who even are you?”
I blushed hard.
“Oop—look at that blush!” she gasped. “I have never seen you turn this red. I’m gonna cry. My old Scarlet is gone.”
“Stop,” I groaned, half laughing, half trying to hide behind my hand.
“Show me the ring,” she demanded, sitting up like a hawk.
I extended my hand sheepishly.
She took one look and stilled. “Wait a second… that’s not just any ring.”
“What?” I blinked.
“That’s his mother’s ring,” Vespara whispered. “Alpha Dante’s mom. I saw it once in a portrait hanging in his office. Same sapphire, same setting.”
My heart thudded in my chest.
I had already loved the ring as it was simple yet timeless, a deep sapphire surrounded by a delicate swirl of diamonds. But now, knowing it was an heirloom? That it belong to the woman who raised the man I love?
It meant more than I could say.
Before I could recover
