EMERALD
"I love it!" I beamed at him, watching as his ego inflated.
"I knew you'd like it. Shopping is one of your addictions after all so I pulled this off the shelf." He glanced back at the building, then his watch.
"Let's head inside."
I didn't pay attention to the decor when we entered. My mind was occupied with the new information on Francesca. No wonder he was so sure of himself. Francesca loved shopping to a fault, so taking her to a*****e like this would send her over the moon. Designer clothes, bags, shoes, jewelry, the list went on. That was the way to Francesca's heart.
A thought flashed in my mind from that disastrous lunch weeks ago. Her eyes had been pinned to the jewelry I wore. Then, I had thought it was because I was wearing what was hers but that wasn't the only rea
