She thought back to how mad she had been at him, how
She gave him back the paper. ‘No. No, I don’t want to know the details.’ Her voice shook a little.
The Delaneys were history at last. Annie looked out of the window, watched Windsor Castle fading like a fairy tale beneath the billowing clouds. Her London life was history too.
‘Tell me again about the penthouse,’ she said.
‘It’s big,’ said Constantine.
‘How big?’
‘Huge. Lots of floor space, a roof garden, you’ll love it. Big floor-to-ceiling windows that look right out over Central Park, and there’s…’
She lay back in the seat and listened to the sound of his voice as he told her all about it, the dream of their life together unfolding with every word. Nothing left to do now except
‘I want a big wedding. The works,’ she said.
‘You got it,’ said Constantine.
‘First an engagement ring. A disgustingly big, vulgar diamond engagement ring.’
‘We’ll do Tiffany’s. First thing.’ He paused. ‘Maybe it’s time you took that ring off now?’
His eyes were on Max’s ring, the slab of bright lapis lazuli set in gold. She was still wearing it on the thumb of her left hand.
‘Yeah,’ said Annie softly. ‘Maybe it is.’
She took it off then, slowly, almost reverently, and slipped it into her handbag.
‘Feels strange,’ she said, looking at her bare hands. ‘Not wearing it.’
‘This disgustingly big, vulgar diamond—how big are we talking here?’
‘
The dream was unfolding: she could see it all now. Layla would be flower girl. Dolly would be matron of honour. Oh, and the
This was going to be
She couldn’t wait.
Annie Carter had finally got it all.
Also by Jessie Keane
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Copyright © Jessie Keane 2009
