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Each gift includes a personalized note from him saying things like ‘sorry I’m not with you right now’, ‘I cherish every moment we share’, ‘You make me happy,’ and even one that says, ‘Don’t worry I’ll tip the delivery guy because I know you traumatized him. I smile and laugh at each one, however, what actually brings a gasp from me is the collection of new books from my favorite author that haven’t been officially published yet, personally gifting the first edition of the books to me as well as a note telling me I’d become a renowned chef, but I also had the potential to become a greater writer than she could ever be.

She deserves to be happy, and they really do look adorable together. I make my way through the crowd and manage to find an empty table. I walk over and place down my purse and gift bag, giving myself a chance to go through it. Inside is a signed CD album - something I didn’t think they did anymore, but I love. There’s also a few treats, a luxurious-looking dedication card and a little photobook. I open the photobook and admire all the pictures depicting the process of getting the album made. I think it’s such a lovely touch and really demonstrates how much work Irina put into it. There are also a few gift certificates for some place I’ve never heard of, but I think they’re the ones sponsorin

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Bentley I pondered for a long time on whether or not I should even wrap the gift. It’s just a book, really, but a gift deserves a presentation. I pulled it from behind my back and handed it to her. I watched her brows furrow, a small flicker of disappointment crossing her features—I did say it was a "big" gift, after all, and this was just a thin, rectangular object.

“This is perfect for today’s occasion.” I sat back in the chair placed in the middle of the room, facing him. Before grabbing a last hell torture ingredient, a small glass bottle filled with amber color liquid. “Just let him go, goddammit! I did what you asked me to do.” He said, almost shouting. His eyes were on the gifts I bought him. “I will,” I smirked and stabbed his right hand in the armrest of the wooden chair with a blade, reaping an ear-piercing scream.

Damien made his way to the door stopping when he felt her following behind him. “I almost forgot. I brought you something”, Damien placed the delicate, worn down leather book into her small hand – lingering only a moment as his fingers caught the ends of hers. “No, I can’t accept a gift”, her head shook violently from side to side, shocked he was giving her something. “It’s more like a token”, he smirked, unwilling to have her return the book. “It was my mothers and I want you to have it” Andrea watched him carefully, the curiosity behind her piercing eyes, made him want to touch her again. He clenched his hand and turned away, towards the exit. He wanted to escape now the gift was in her po

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“It's the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given to me. Thank you.” “You're welcome,” Blake said. She brushed her lips against his, then took a small gift wrapped in red paper and gave it to Blake. “I saw this in an antique shop…” Nicola murmured, happy and nervous at the same time. He opened it and held his breath. It was a first edition of ‘A Christmas Carol’ by Charles Dickens. “How did you know?” Blake asked, totally bemused. “I saw the collection in your office… And you referred to yourself as Scrooge, so…”