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Feeling festive, I choose a strapless peach sheath that highlights my new tan, and a matching, embroidered half jacket. I stare at myself in the mirror. It’s like I’m wearing a costume. Lacy Strong, starring as The Socialite’s Wife. I have to admit I look good, though. It’s like I’ve taken on the reflected sheen of this beautiful life, glowing like an actress seen through a soft focus lens.
As I descend the stairs, I find John waiting, elegant in a light gray suit, the same color his eyes. He grins and hands me a jewelers box.
“I got it for Valentine’s Day, but … well, I’ve been waiting for the right time.”
The box contains a diamond teardrop necklace, easily three carats. “John, is this real?”
“Of course.” He looks a bit offended.
“I’m sorry. I just can’t believe … It’s gorgeous! Thank you.”
“Get used to it,” John turns me around to fasten the necklace. I feel the cold weight of the diamond against my chest. He buries his nose into my hair. “You are the most intoxicating creature I’ve ever known.”
I turn to kiss him on the cheek, but John swivels his head and our lips met. Instinctively, I pull back. Read more »