The Boss I Shouldn't Want, Now My Stepbrother
"You don't have to do that."
"I do. I want to," I urged, pushing the box into her hands. "It's actually for both of you."
Aaron's eyes flashed with surprise, then warmth, while Margaret pulled the box open.
Within it sat two custom-made rings, designed with the latest tech and special stones. Engraved within were their names and the first sentence of Margaret's favorite poem.
Margaret gasped, tearing up immediately. "Bibi... it's lovely."
"I hope you like it," I smiled, turning to Aaron. "I used the prototype of our new software to develop the location-finding device inside it. When worn, the rings will be able to tell the location of the other, no matter how far."