Page 290 of The Heart You Kept

“Okay.” I smile sleepily.

“Don’t wear your ring today, sweetheart.”

“What?” My eyes snap open. “Why not?”

“I want to make an official announcement and I don’t want anybody hounding you at work.”

“Oh.” I stretch. “Who would hound me?”

“Reporters.” He kisses me. “Just keep it in your purse today.”

I pull a sad face.

“I’ll do it this morning and then I’ll call you.” He kisses me again. “And tonight we will stay on the yacht and celebrate. The boys will bring you after work.”

“Okay.” I hold my ring as it sits on my finger. “I’m not taking it off. I’ll wear gloves.”

“Okay.”

I smile goofily up at him. “Can you believe it?”

“I can.” He kisses me again.

“You’re giving me your last name.” I hold my hand up and smile down at my ring.

“So you can moan my first.” He bites my neck and I giggle as I twist beneath him, with one last kiss he disappears down the stairs. I hear the front door and then the car start out the front.

I doze back into slumberland. I’m not taking it off.

You can’t make me.

I slide the lip tint brush over and roll my lips, carefully brush the mascara on, add blush and put in my gold earrings, and have even straightened my hair. So much effort just to go into work but today isn’t just any old day.

Today I’m engaged.

To the swooniest, most utterly gorgeous man of my dreams, and I want to look the part. I’m wearing a black pencil skirt and a black cashmere turtleneck. My long dark hair is loose and straight and my makeup is attempting to be chic, complete with red lipstick.

I’m not taking my ring off; I contemplated it, but in the end I decided that it was a hard no. Nobody is going to see me at work anyway, and even if they do, they have no idea who I’m dating. Besides, if Edward is making an announcement today, the cat is going to be out of the bag. With one last look in the mirror I grab my purse and head downstairs. I lock up the back door and head out the front to see Philippe and Stefan leaning on the side of the Bentley as they wait for me. “Good morning.” I bounce down the driveway.

“Good morning, Miss Sorenson.” Philippe smiles as he opens the back door. “I hear congratulations are in order.”

He told them.

“Yes.” I beam. “Can you believe it?”

“I actually can’t.” He laughs as I climb into the back seat. “But it is fantastic news. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

“Congratulations, Miss Sorenson.” Stefan smiles as he gets into the car.

“Thank you.”

We pull out onto the road and I smile goofily out the window. “You must be excited to get organizing,” Philippe says as his eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror.

“Organizing….” I frown, a little lost as to what he’s talking about.

“What with the wedding being in four weeks.”