There it was; there was a grin. Her fingers polished over the metal feeling the sparse engravings, trying to memorize them before they framed her face. A tiny laugh pressed past her lips over the jewelry, who was mad over Valentine’s Day? She hadn’t the faintest idea. “Oh God,” she said, sliding the earrings on. “They’re so pretty! Oh my God!” Amelia said brushing the last red strands away from the silver. “How do they look?” she said, the grin still on her face when she looked up to him.
Oh, she was so thrilled... "Stunning," he answered easily, his lips pulling into a smile as his gaze continued to linger. Righting himself, Artermis brushed a single finger against his chin, hand folded neatly in thought. "As always, though you've always had this uncanny ability to outshine even the greatest diamonds. It's unlawful. Even unfair." A small shake of the head and a huff, the closest he'd ever gotten to a laugh. "Now, I'm curious about what's in here. You haven't outdone yourself again have you?" Keeping his eyes on her, he pulled the lid from the box, a mundane process he made far too delicate.











