The Power of One (The Forever series Book Two) by Eve Newton

my hair out and finding something to wear. I
find it ridiculously hypocritical to wear white, but Cole insists, so I go into
my closet in search of the very few white clothes I own. I find a beautiful
lacy, strapless mini dress by Jovani that I don’t remember buying that would be
perfect. It is still very “me” but also in white which will please Cole.
    Deciding to wear my hair in loose curls, I plug in the
curling iron after drying my hair and work it through bit by bit. Checking the
time, I see it’s now 8 AM. Finishing my make up I pull the dress on and step
into my shoes, nude Louboutins of course. Cole chooses that moment to walk back
into the room. He stops dead when he sees me. I turn nervously in a circle for
him and his eyes burn with desire. “You are beautiful,” he says, kissing me
softly. “I am the luckiest man on earth.”
    “I’ll say,” comes Devon’s voice from the doorway. “Check you
out Kitten. Who knew white was your color?” He embraces me tightly.
    “Tiffany’s is opening early for us, so we should go,” he
says then, all business-like.
    “Wait. There’s just one more thing,” I say and disappear
into my closet.  Facing right I press my hand to the biometric scanner and
punch in the key code. The hidden door slides open. This is my safe room. Every
article that I have deemed precious enough to keep over the last thousand years
is locked away in here. The low level lights flicker on and I head straight for
the drawers on the right hand side. Pulling open the top one I find what I am
looking for: a beautiful Celtic silver, perfectly untarnished, intricately
smithed full circlet tiara, given to me on our wedding day by Fraser.
    Somehow it seems fitting that I wear it today. I finger it
carefully and Devon asks, “Are you sure about that?”
    I turn with a sad smile and nod. “Yes.” I lift it out
carefully and he takes it from me and artfully arranges it on my head.
“Perfect,” he says.
    Cole is watching quietly. I see his eyes dart around the
room taking it all in. A museum’s worth of antiquities adorns the walls and
fills the cupboards and drawers. His eyes land on the portrait of me that CK
had commissioned in 1503 by Leonard da Vinci.
    “Wow!” he says, and I smile at his wonder.
    “I’ll take you through everything in here soon, there are
some things I would like you to see.”
    “I’d like that.”
    “But right now, we have rings to buy,” I say smiling
brightly.
    He beams at me, “Do you know what you want?”
    I know exactly what I want, “Yes. Do you?”
    He looks at me shyly, “It depends on what yours looks like.”
I giggle with glee at his sentimentality.
    “Then let’s go.”
     
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    We arrive at Tiffany’s around 8:45 AM and are ushered in
straight away. Oh what a couple of billionaires at your doorstep will get you.
    I whisper to the manager exactly what I am looking for and
he goes off to find it for me.
    Returning shortly while we are admiring some fabulous
pieces, he holds out the box with aplomb. It’s perfect. In an eternity-band
style it has circular black diamonds all the way around. I love it. Grinning at
Cole I nod and he asks for something to match in men’s rings.
    Some time later--geez, who knew men could be so picky?--we
leave the shop with our purchases. Cole has finally chosen a platinum band with
three ¼ carat black diamonds across the top. It’s perfect.
    At City Hall, Devon’s friend is waiting for us to sort out
the license and then we wait to be called. I go to freshen up and adjust the
circlet to perfection, remembering my last wedding day all those years ago. I
kept my hair similar when I moved onto my next life in Scotland and Shifted the
way I looked to Emily. In fact my whole guise was very similar to my natural
form, as I was keen to stay away from anything that looked remotely like Elizabeth,
still mad with Devon for leaving me, and I felt I was somehow punishing him by
not looking like his true sire. I