The assistant unlocked the case, then carefully lifted the Birkin and placed it on the counter.
Georgia stepped closer, running her fingers along the handle. The leather was cold at first, then warmed under her touch. It was exquisite. The kind of gift that spoke volumes without ever needing words.
“This’ll do,” she said softly.
“For someone special?” the assistant asked, boxing it with delicate precision.
Georgia nodded once. “Yes.”
The woman smiled as she proceeded to wrap the bag up.
“Here you go,” the woman said, sliding the finished package into a sleek black shopping bag. “Would you like help carrying it out?”
Georgia took the bag herself. “No need.”
As she stepped back out, Troy was already there, straightening up by the car.
He opened the door and eyed the bag with a small
