Nathan chuckled, finding the situation both amusing and frustrating. "I've never been good at choosing gifts," he admitted, "especially not for women. I wouldn't even know where to begin."
He leaned closer, his voice softening into a coaxing murmur. "So, do me a favor, my dear, and tell me what you like."
His humility disarmed Zelia, and she couldn't help but relent. "Fine," she conceded, her voice barely a whisper. "Take me there."
*****
Night had fallen, and the Geordon Auction House, nestled in the heart of New York City, was ablaze with light. The sprawling red carpet leading to the entrance glittered like a river of stardust, reflecting the headlights of the luxury cars arriving in a steady stream. Each vehicle was a testament to its owner's wealth and status.
This evening, the G
