Pearl earrings. But not just any pearl earrings. Her teary gaze lifts. Nathaniel watches her anxiously. She gives a watery laugh. “They’re black,” she says, awed. Gorgeous pearlescent black pearls. Pearls that scream Ash. That will always remind her of who she actually is. He leans down, finding her mouth, and whispers against her lips. “Just like your pretty little soul.”
