Married to My Stalker
After a moment, he slid the box across the cushion between them.
"You looked at it once," Damian said softly. "Years ago. Boutique in Savannah. You were with your mother."
Nova stared at the box. "How did you—?"
"I remember things that matter," Damian said.
Nova opened it slowly. A necklace rested on a cushion of cream velvet, featuring rose gold and delicate details, with a pendant shaped like a quill. Elegant and Beautiful, A writer's necklace. Nova ran her fingers over the metal, throat tightening.
"I didn't buy it," she said. "We couldn't afford it. I told her I didn't want it anyway." Nova finished.