Victoria froze for a beat before she narrowed her eyes at me. "What's gotten into you? What are you plotting now?" Lucas looked just as confused. "Avery, you said you loved the ring," he said with a frown. I smiled. Taking Victoria's hand, I murmured, "Mom's right. Honestly, all the presents we've given her before were too small. This ring fits her much better." Lucas blinked, thrown. "I had this custom-made for you. It's one of a kind—" Victoria cut him off instantly, "Why wouldn't it look good on me? She wants to give it to me, so let her. If you're that sentimental, go make her another one." I added, "Exactly. It's only special because it's one of a kind. If there's a second one, it loses its value. Right, Lucas?" I watched him closely. His expression tightened. It took him two full seconds to respond. "Of course it's unique. I'd never make a second one." Restlessness flickered across his face. He muttered something about a call he needed to take and excused himself,
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