Divorced But Desired by the Mafia King
Next to the lilies is a long, thin, velvet box in Tiffany blue.
"Hunter," I sigh, shaking my head as I thank the people and close the door. Lifting the box, I notice it isn't new, but has yellow aging around the edges where the fabric wraps around the corner. Whatever this is must have cost a small fortune.
Inside the box is a stunning tennis bracelet with the palest blue sapphires set in platinum. "To match your eyes," it says on a small handwritten note.
I pull the stunning bracelet from it's box. It's beautiful, each stone catching the light and glowing with an inner fire. The setting looks classically fine, like something from a different time, and I have to wonder where he found it, esp