Vorian POV
“Perfect. Let me place this behind the counter, and then I’ll show you a few options,” Zenovia said, her voice calm and polished. She carried the cufflinks to the counter and set them carefully on a velvet-lined tray. With a gentle motion, she signaled for me to follow her toward another display case. “How well do you know the woman you’re buying for?”
That question threw me.
“What?” I asked, brows lifting in confusion.
She gave a patient smile. “Every woman is different, and their taste can vary wildly. Some prefer necklaces or rings, but many of those items are better suited for partners or mates. Since you’re buying for someone you’re not close with, we carry other pieces that are beautiful but more appropriate for that kind of relationship.”
I blinked, momentarily caugh
