"No and no, though I wouldn't mind giving my firstborn and last and my soul and all my tomorrows for a glimpse of the Pink Star."
I drooled at the thought of touching the 59.60-carat, vivid pink, flawless diamond.
"Any plans tonight? Why do I even ask?" Yvaine waved off her own question. "Let me guess. Candlelit dinner by the bay, live string quartet in the background. I know, I know. I won't be the third wheel."
I said nothing.
Actually, no, I didn't have any plans tonight.
Ashton hadn't said anything when I left the house this morning.
And so far, half the day had passed without a message from him.
Maybe he thought the share transfer agreement had said 'happy birthday' loud and clear.
By evening, Priya and Daniel packed up and left.
Yvaine got a call and dash
