CAMILLA’S POV
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They say diamonds are a girl’s best friend, but here I stand, refusing to choose a ring with diamonds, because it’s absurd to offer someone a ring of that price just because. “Come on,” Jared sighs, looking at me like he’s genuinely upset that I don’t want a ring, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. “Aren’t you married? This is a lovely gift…I wish I had a man that would buy me such an extravagant ring.” The lady who works here beams, her eyes flicker over the rings, shimmering with longing to have one, a slight blush traveling over her cheeks. “We are, she’s…indecisive.” Jared explains to her, his tone polite.
My head pulls back as I stare at him baffled, my palms sweaty , “Can I have a word?” I ask hurriedly, turning to walk towards the door, nerves pricking at my skin. I
