— I CAN’T WAIT FOR YOU
WINTERGREEN, WYOMING
Two days after his relapse, Cam knew what he needed to do. No woman in the world could ever care for him as much as Aurelia cared for him.
While she was by his side the entire night, he’d managed to slip her engagement ring off of her finger, keeping it for himself. Though he was still in a funk, he had a plan, and damn anyone who would go against him to enact it.
He conducted a google search and found that the nearest Harry Winston was in Aspen... he would spare no expense for someone as angelic as Aurelia. It had to be something better than Henry could ever give her, and something that came from Cam’s own heart.
And so with that, he rented a car and just started driving. Now bear in mind, Aspen, Colorado is hours away from Wintergreen. Several. Hours. At the very least seven, but Cam wasn’t keeping track of the time. He was full of adrenaline and he would not stop until he made it there (okay, maybe he stopped for a bathroom break a few times but, you know what it doesn’t matter.)
Aurelia was calling him frantically and leaving message after message but there was no possible way he could lie to her or explain what he was doing. There was no way. Maybe she knew he took the ring, maybe she didn’t. He wasn’t going to find out.
ASPEN, COLORADO
And so Cam in his flannel and jeans swings open the doors and grips Aurelia’s original ring tight in his hand, frantically scanning the room for an expert. All he received were dirty looks.
“Excuse me, can you please find me something nicer than this.” He showed the woman the ring and waited with baited breath as she took it behind the counter to examine it. Lord if Cam didn’t have a heart attack when she came back with the details.
“Sir, you do realize this is a two-hundred year-old diamond, right? Where did you get this ring?”
“It’s my... girlfriend’s old engagement ring. Its from a different man.” Of course he’d need to lie in order to find any cooperation from the staff. “I need a new one. Something better, from me.”
And so he spent nearly three hours going through their collection and weighing the options in his mind, finding that he kept going back to one that was so elegant and dainty that it reminded him of her. Though to be sure, he probably looked at every damn ring in their collection.
“This one, I think this is the one I want. I need it the size of the other ring, please. Could you put our initials inside of it?”
And so Cam walked out of Harry Winston approximately $13,000 lighter, and drove back to Wintergreen.
