Inside the velvet-lined mahogany box lay a masterpiece of horology. As Sienna Flynn lifted the lid, the soft airport terminal lighting caught the polished rose gold and the intricate complications of the dial. Her breath hitched in her throat, a genuine spark of joy lighting up her emerald eyes.
"Oh, Dominic... it’s breathtaking! It’s absolutely stunning!" she whispered, her fingers hovering over the sapphire crystal.
"How much did a piece like this set you back?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of wonder and immediate practical concern.
Dominic Mylod offered a small, enigmatic smile, the kind that never quite revealed the true depth of his resources. "It wasn't that much, honey. Certainly not more than you’re worth. If you like it, that’s the only currency that matters to me."
