The wine shimmered in their glasses, untouched.
Jack leaned back in the velvet chair, staring at the reflection of the restaurant door in the crystal water glass.
“She looked… lost,” Sarah said softly.
Jack didn’t reply right away. “Maybe she was.”
“Do you still—”
He shook his head. “Let’s not go there tonight.”
Sarah nodded. “Then let’s do something else. Tomorrow. Just us. Let’s blow stupid money on things we don’t need.”
Jack cracked a smile. “You want to go shopping?”
“No. I want to take my handsome billionaire boyfriend shopping. There’s a difference.”
The next afternoon, Harmonfield’s sun gleamed off high-rise glass. The city's premier fashion district, Crescent Galleria, buzzed with stylists, influencers, and designer fanatics.
Sarah and Jack walked into Versace Elite, a t
