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Kylian's POV

I couldn’t help but laugh by her very unenthusiastic approach to getting a diamond ring. Wasn’t it what every woman wanted? She was acting like I was dragging her in front of the firing squad. I had never met a woman so reluctant to have expensive jewelry bestowed upon her. She was definitely an odd duck.

She put on a smile and pretended to actually like me as we walked into the store. We were immediately greeted by several associates eager to sell us something expensive to fatten their own pockets with a healthy commission.

“We’d like some time to browse,” I said, slowing their attack.

“Of course,” the lead saleswoman said, holding out an arm and stopping the other two.

“Go ahead,” I told Yvonne.

“What? You seriously want me to pick a ring?” she asked, wrinkling her nose.

I shrugged. “I guess I could.”

She waved her hand and made her way to the case farthest away from the head of the store where the most expensive jewelry was stored. She was looking at the cheap stuff.

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