Arwen looked at the rings encased in the velvet box, and her lips curled up in a satisfied smile. "They look perfect, exactly how I wanted them to be," she said, and Mr. Castille bowed his head.
"It was my honor to be able to serve you, Mrs. Winslow." His eyes darted to look at her necklace, and a recognition flashed in his gaze. But he didn't say anything.
Arwen offered him a soft smile. "Thank you, Mr. Castille." She was about to speak more, but before she could, Catrin stepped forward.
"Arwen, are you serious? You got Lorien Castille to design your wedding ring?"
Arwen turned to her with a sombre expression. "I guess, Mrs. Quinn, you didn't quite hear me right. I didn't hire Mr. Castille to do it, it was my husband."
"Heh!" Catrin scoffed, "and you want me to believe it?"
