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she repeated carefully. I cleared up the confusion by leaning over in my chair and saying, "Everything for newborn twins. The smile of the person became gentle. "We'll prepare a complete luxury collection for both sir." "Only the best," I stated firmly. “That’s the only thing in my opinion,” she said. After ending the call, I spent another hour arranging additional gifts. Jewelry. Fresh flowers. Luxury skincare products. Designer handbags. Anything I thought Bella might enjoy. The truth was, I knew very little about what women liked. Much of my adult life I had been careful not to build intimate relationships.

My gaze on him became even more intense. “Don’t get me wrong, I know you know, but your majesty. I also know this isn’t the right time to be speaking about this, but I feel that you maybe should have asked someone to prepare her a gift before you’d return with whatever you have for her. You know, women love things like that. They don’t care if you’re a king and you’re busy, they just expect it, cause it’s kind of their thing.” “And since when did you become such a woman expert?”

Gladys says, smiling at me and the ladies scream in longing at what has been bestowed for me. “Lastly…” Gladys says, presenting a stack of book towards me. “This is a volume of the king’s favorite books, bound in the finest leather and edged in gold. These poems are shared with you as a token of his desire to connect through the words that move him." Once again, there is an audible sigh spread through the women. "To share his favorite verses," one woman mused aloud. “To connect with him on such an intimate level... What I would give to hold that book, to read the words that move him." Another adds.

“Karen, you’ve been amazing this year as a wife, a mother, a friend, and manager. This gift isn’t because you’ve been amazing, but this is just a Christmas gift.” I laugh and collect the gift box from him. Then I open my box and there is a book in it, Mrs Wilson’s Replacement. I’ve always wanted to get this book but have either forgotten or it sold out before my arrival. I had complained to William many times about my bad luck, but never thought he would get it for me. “This is the best Christmas gift,” I say, wiping off the tears that peaks at my eyes. “I’m glad you like it.” “It’s my turn,” I tell him before going to the Christmas tree and giving out the gifts I’d wrapped. After handing ev

“I know you’re bribing me. I’m paying it back to be your fake girlfriend, you hot tease.” He laughs. He gave me five books—all of them are from the NYT bestsellers. “Wow! You really pampered me. I can get used to this, you know.” “Wait. What is this?” I look at the coupon in my hand. “I thought you might want to buy something, so, that’s part of m gift.” I hand it back to him, but he pushes my hand back. “That’s yours, princess. I thought you might wanna buy books or school supplies.”

There is something about the way it is wrapped, so carefully and deliberately, that makes me think it is more than just a simple gift. I unzip the parcel, my hands trembling slightly, and pull out a stack of books. Romance novels, to be exact. New releases, their covers glossy and pristine, the kind of books I have not had the time or energy to buy since I came back to America. I run my fingers over the titles, my heart aching in a way I cannot quite explain.

“I’m looking for some books for my fiancée, but I’m not sure what she likes to read.” The sales assistant tilted her head thoughtfully. “Well, we have a wide variety. Perhaps I can suggest some classic novels? They’re always a safe choice.” Jack nodded, feeling a little more confident. “That sounds like a good idea. Can you show me some?” The sales assistant led Jack to a shelf filled with novels from different eras and styles. “Here are some classics,” she said, picking up a volume. “This is ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen. It’s a love story that many women adore.”

Some gifted her clothes, creams for her delicate skin, and, of course, her favorite strawberry cookies. For my part, I gave her a beautiful necklace I had seen in a lovely store a few days ago. The boys, not settling for much, gave her what she truly needed: Ryan gave her materials for university, the twins a Superman shirt they'd probably never take off, Paul a CD with his thunderous rock music, and Carl a photography book. Lauren received makeup and clothing to cover her skin more, Katia got accessories she'd use at least once a year, Blake a special camping kit for whenever he fancied going, and Brooke got a pile of romance books, as she adored them.

Her eyes flicked back to me, and I instantly looked away. Then she leaned back slowly, folding her arms. “Hmm. I see.” That was all she said. Cole then reached for one of the bags Ingrid had brought earlier and opened it. One by one, he brought out the gifts— some of them weren't extravagant, but thoughtful things that hinted he had tried to learn about her. Her favorite tea blend. Next came a folded silk scarf in a vintage rose print; delicate and clearly expensive. Then, a wrapped book followed. I knew that cover. It was a first-edition copy of The Timeless Craft of Adornments— this book was like a treasure for every designer into jewelry designs.

It was a shame the library didn’t take into account situations when a reader couldn’t return books due to health issues. I had to admit, my mother had good taste. I had read these books myself and especially loved Little Women and Dandelion Wine. I had always thought she preferred women’s romances — passionate dukes, charming princes, delicate ladies. Well, I was wrong, and apparently there was still a lot about her I didn’t know. I now had a rough idea of her taste, yet I couldn’t understand why I hadn’t asked which books she had already read and which she hadn’t.