“The bag, Harlem.” His eyes jumped from mine to the cream colored paper bag in my lap back to my eyes. He hadn’t started the car or pulled off. Apparently he wanted me to see something, so I reached into the bag and pulled out a red Cartier box. I looked from it to him then back down at the box. I opened it and the bangle I had been eyeing was in the box. My jaw dropped. “Should be another box in there, baby girl.” I reached in and pulled out the other box. From the size I could tell it was the ring. “You bought me this?” I asked in disbelief. Had he actually spent this kind of money on me?
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