Damian made his way back to their table on the second floor. Seraphina looked at him. "You said you were just grabbing something. What took you so long?"
He walked past her and set the black box on the table in front of her. He didn't explain the delay. "It's for you."
He took his seat across from her. Seraphina studied him. "What is it?"
His expression was neutral. "Open it and see."
He had set aside work, come to pick her up, brought her to dinner, and now he was giving her a gift. A quiet anticipation stirred inside her, edged with nerves. She regarded him carefully. "Is it a necklace, or...?"
She didn't finish the sentence.
Damian let out a soft laugh. "You'll know once you open it."
'Romance has never been his strong suit. Seraphina knew that. But if it's a ring...'
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