The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 10

~Autumn ~

A ring?

I didn’t once think we would have the opportunity to choose rings together. I knew we were getting married, but I never thought that Atticus would personally take me with him to get a ring. He was doing everything I’ve dreamed of at least once in my life, and it made my heart fill with joy.

How perfect would this have been if he’d wanted to do these things with me? It would be like living in my crazy dreams.

Dreams that were all filled with him. I don’t understand how Atticus never noticed the way my body came alive in his presence; I’m not sure how I’ve managed to keep this from everyone for so long. But Atticus knowing that I had feelings for him would only make all of this worse. He was already unhappy with the marriage; he would hate me if he knew how much I wanted him. To know that all this time while he was with my best friend, I’ve always loved him. Even I was ashamed of this. I wouldn’t blame him for hating me if he ever found out. I wouldn’t blame them both for hating me. It’s possible that Anya already hates me.

“Your parents forced you to do this, didn’t they?”I ask. He wouldn’t have decided this on his own. I knew that much. He was too in love with Anya to willingly go ring shopping with me.

He nods, “but it’s expected for you to have a ring. It would be suspicious if you didn’t. Whether they forced me or not doesn’t matter, I would have gotten one for you eventually.”

I try not to let his voice affect me, but it’s hard when his voice strikes my desire for him. It’s deep but somehow soothing at the same time. I felt like closing my eyes and asking him to keep talking. It doesn’t matter what he says; I’ll enjoy whatever comes out of his mouth.

“We’re here.” He says suddenly. I’m disappointed that the drive was so fast. I wanted more time alone with him in the car. I knew that Atticus would wish to limit the amount of time he spent with me as much as possible. We both wanted different things.

I follow him out of the car, and we walk into the store named Promise Of Gold—the most expensive and popular jewelry place in town.

father wants it to be expensive. Preferably the largest diamond available. We’re already doing everything they’re asking us to

do that.” I immediately begin to say, but he cuts me off with the look he gives me next. I don’t think he’s willing to take no for an answer. I think he mainly wants to avoid

know how stubborn our families are. There’s no use trying to do anything different at this point.” He notes. “Besides, money is not a problem for me. This is nothing for you to feel uncomfortable or

not a problem for me either, but I didn’t like to accept expensive gifts when I didn’t deserve them, especially when someone was being

scramble when they spot

name tag, greeted Atticus before turning to me with a slight nod. “Miss Rivera. It’s a pleasure to have you both here with us. Congratulations on your new journey together. Everyone

he looking for a message from Anya? Were they speaking to each other again? I knew she was ignoring him like she was doing to me, but I wasn’t sure if that had changed. I

us your most precious rings,”

The collections were beautiful, but I couldn’t see anything that caught my interest. I wanted a ring that would make me feel closer to Atticus. And none of these were doing that for me. I knew that Atticus wanted me to choose a ring quickly so that he could get this over with, but I couldn’t do that. I wanted to at least love it before I allowed

one to choose; I would also like

looking, but I don’t

looks surprised by my words, but

for her partner’s opinion. You’re lucky. She loves you

know that Atticus wouldn’t believe his words but what bothers me is how valid those words were. I try not to look at Atticus.

the display. I continue to search along with him, and

see that one?” He asks, and my gaze follows where

ring that first caught my eyes—a diamond in the shape

us, and it sparkles under the yellow

takes my hand in his and puts the ring onto my finger. My hand feels warm under his gentle touch. He stares at it for a few seconds before lifting his face and looking straight at me. My breath hitches, and it’s almost difficult to