Page 92 of Blind Date
“Hook. Line. And sinker.”
“Good.” I smiled.
We walked through the doors of Harry Winston.
“Now, remember, Wes, nothing big.”
“What’s wrong with a big diamond?” My brows furrowed.
“Nothing. But my mom doesn’t want to look like she’s smuggling an ice cube on her finger.”
“Hello. Do you have an appointment?” The sales associate walked over.
“We do. He needs an engagement ring for my mom,” Zoey said.
“Right.” I nodded. “The name is Weston Castile.”
She typed away on her iPad. “Ah, yes. You’re right on time. Follow me.” She smiled.
She led us to an area in the back with a long, elegant table and a few velvet chairs.
“This is very exciting.” The sales associate smiled.
“It is,” Zoey said. “And terrifying. He has billionaire taste.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I shot her a look.
“Duh, Wes. It means you think more expensive automatically equals better.”
“Really?” I cocked my head. “I recall buying you a five-thousand-dollar Louis Vuitton purse because the three-thousand-dollar one wasn’t good enough.”
She shrugged. “It wasn’t my style.”
The sales associate let out a light laugh. “Let’s start with style preferences. What does your girlfriend usually wear?”
“She likes simple things,” Zoey said. “Classic, elegant, nothing trendy.”
“Perhaps I should have just sent you to pick it out for me,” I said to her with a raised brow.
The sales associate pulled out several trays with rings on them and set them in front of us. I immediately picked up an emerald cut one and held it up.
“Oh, my God, no,” Zoey said.
“Why? I think it’s very nice.”
“It is, but it’s not her. My mom likes meaningful things. She’s kept every note I’ve ever written, even the embarrassing ones. And she still has the pressed flower from a field trip in fourth grade that I picked for her.”
“It sounds to me that she’d love something timeless.” The sales associate smiled.
“Exactly!” Zoey pointed at her. “She’s an English Lit teacher and is obsessed with literature books. She loves timeless pieces and things that don’t chase trends.”
“I think I have the perfect ring. I’ll be right back.”
A few moments later, the sales associate returned with a single ring on a small velvet pillow. A platinum band witha round brilliant cut solitaire, around 2.5 carats, with diamonds cascading down each side.
I picked it up and examined it. It felt perfect. I could already picture it on Sam’s hand.
“There it is,” Zoey said.
