The next morning, Arielle’s first instinct was to look for Vinson, but she was greeted with an empty bed.
Hmm? Where did he go?
She got out of bed, beginning her search for him. Later, she found out from Alfred that he had left for work thirty minutes prior. For some reason, she felt her heart sink a little at that piece of news. Then, she walked back to her bedroom dispiritedly.
It was then that she discovered a posh black box placed on the coffee table in the living room with a note beside it, “Wedding gift for you.”
His handwriting was cursive and rushed. This gift came as a surprise for her.
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