Hailey's POV
The contact was smooth, practiced, as if we'd done this a thousand times before. His thumb brushed the inside of my finger once, a subtle stroke meant only for me. The diamond slipped on easily, heavy and cool, settling into place like it had been waiting.
"There," he said softly. "That will do."
I raised my hand, examining it critically. "It's acceptable."
The consultant smiled like she'd just witnessed true love.
Kingsley leaned in, his lips close to my ear. "You're enjoying this."
I didn't deny it. "You're enabling me."
He chuckled quietly. "Occupational hazard."
The paperwork was swift and efficient. Cameras caught everything—the angle of his head, the way my fingers curled naturally around his wrist, the way he shielded me from a passing shopper
