MIMI

"Happy birthday, dear," Devon belated, his tone smooth but distant. From the corner of my eye, I caught the glint of a small green box in his hand an emerald one that fit neatly into his palm. I rolled my eyes to the side but quickly plastered on my brightest smile.

"Awwn, honey," I gasped, turning fully toward him. "You shouldn’t have."

Truly, he shouldn’t have.

Especially if this was what I thought it was. Without even opening the box, I already knew. Inside would be that overhyped, bedazzled emerald hairpin every other woman had flaunted last season. The same one that matched my emerald ball gown. Predictable.

Almost...