“I said.” Eliana’s voice suddenly rose, her eyes slicing toward the clerk, “I want these shoes right now.”
I slammed the black card onto the counter. “First come, first served, Eliana doesn’t even understand the most basic rule?”
Eliana’s hand shot out, yanking my wrist, her nails almost digging into my skin. “Louis, must you go against me on everything?”
Her voice dropped, sharp and cold. “The more you act like this, the more ridiculous you look. If you want to marry me, just say it. Why bother with these games?”
I pulled my hand free with force. “You think far too highly of yourself.”
Turning to the shop assistant, I said evenly, “Please wrap it up for me now.”
The shop assistant took my card with visible unease, while Eliana’s face darkened into something dangerous.
Seeing her expression, Jovan quickly clung to her arm. “Eliana, forget it. I don’t want it anymore…”
“No.” Eliana snatched the shoe box straight from the assistant’s hands. “In Roseville, there’s nothing I can’t get.”
With that, she dragged Jovan away without a single glance back.
The next morning, an ornate gift box appeared on my office desk.