SERAFINA.
After an hour of quiet and a long, warm shower that soothed more than just my body, I stood wrapped in a robe, staring at the velvet box of Jewelry Adrik had gifted me.
A gesture which had left me speechless the first time, and now staring at the rings again, it still robbed me of breath.
My hand hovered over the rings as I contemplated which to pick.
They were all so beautiful. Five versions of what it meant to be his.
I finally settled for the cushion cut and slipped it onto my finger until it nestled beside the silver wedding band.
I admired it briefly before slipping into a light blue sundress that flowed when I moved. Down the hall, I could hear Adrik speaking to Nadia in that deep Russian tone.
He didn't tell me where we were going, just that I should wear somethin
