(Dorian’s POV)
My mother once told me women love jewelry. That if I make my wife sad, or angry, in the future, I can always lift her mood by getting her a necklace or a ring.
I don’t know how much of that is true. But I’m about to find out.
I open the door to find Jacob standing there with four men, two of which are employees of Cross Industries, and the other two in expensive suits, each carrying leather cases.
"Mr. Cross," the older one says, extending his hand. "I'm Philippe Laurent from Cartier. Thank you for choosing us for such an important occasion."
"Thank you for coming on such short notice."
They follow me into the living room, where Jacob gets to work, directing the company staff to clear the coffee table, set up better lighting.
"Grace?" I call out.
She appears a moment
