I picked out a bunch of gemstone brooches in different colors for Oliver.
Oliver stood obediently in front of the mirror, letting me treat him like a model.
No matter how many combos I tried, he never got annoyed—just quietly gave me his thoughts.
When I finally held up a sapphire one, he gave a small nod. "I like this one," he said.
I was happy, but still grabbed a few others too. I couldn't help but wonder—what's the perfect one for him?
"Maybe we should try some more..." I looked at the shiny little pieces, clearly torn.
I just wanted to pick the best one for him.
Oliver came closer, gently brushing my fingers as he took all the brooches from my hands.
"No need to keep testing, sweetheart," he said with a soft smile. "Let’s just get them all."
I looked up, t
