Going, Going, Gone
But in the eight years we'd been together, he'd never once given me a single flower.
Sometimes, when he noticed me lingering for an extra moment in front of the little girls selling flowers on the streets, he'd just say those things had no value.
"If you like pretty things, I can give you a moonstone bracelet instead," was what he said.
But for a she-wolf constantly occupied with housework, when would I ever have the chance to wear a bracelet?
In the end, the moonstone bracelet caught Zoe's eye, and Ethan had handed it to her without a second thought.