Johnathon POV
Charlotte would not stop sulking about the damn ring. As we stepped outside the most prestigious jewelry store there was, Luxe, she continued to pout, as I took her hand and dragged her none too gently inside. She needed a ring for the engagement party, so by god, I was going to get her one. I was not going to listen to anybody badmouth me because I had failed to get the one thing that was traditional for a blasted engagement party. This place was expensive and I expected Charlotte to perk up, but her expression was sullen as we walked inside the brightly lit store.
There were rows and rows of jewelry. The light was dazzling. I blinked as a saleswoman came rushing up to us. "Welcome to Luxe" she gushed "how can I be of service to you?"
The woman was pretty with long blond
