From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 22

Daniel Gill tried to push aside the thoughts racing through his mind. “There are still some issues with the Carter Group’s new project.”

“Oh, come on! We finally get out to look for rings and you’re still thinking about the Carter Group?” Lavinia Bennett folded her arms and pouted, her lips sticking out in such a way you could’ve hung a ketchup bottle from them.

Daniel snapped back to the moment, wrapping an arm around her. “Of course you’re more important. But you know, I just made VP—everyone’s watching me. I can’t afford a single mistake, or how am I supposed to marry you?”

Lavinia’s expression softened. She squeezed his hand gently. “I get it, I’m not mad. The Carter Group stuff matters, but so does our wedding. Picking out a ring won’t take forever. Can’t you just forget work for a few minutes, please?”

“Alright,” Daniel said, reaching out to brush her cheek with a tender smile.

Lavinia perked up and slid a ring box toward him. “What do you think about this one?”

With her in a better mood, Daniel let his arms rest at his sides. “Whatever you love, I love too.”

Lavinia grinned, missing the flicker of impatience that flashed in his eyes.

She turned to the salesperson. “I heard Laura George released a special ring before she retired?”

The saleswoman nodded, and explained with a warm smile, “Yes, that one’s called ‘The One and Only.’ But I’m afraid it just sold—literally right before you got here.”

So close. If only they’d come a little sooner.

Lavinia felt a pang of regret. The One and Only—what a perfect name for her and Daniel.

“Who bought it?” Daniel’s voice was suddenly sharp, his brow furrowed.

Daniel looked at her, his gaze softening. He nodded, letting it go.

The saleswoman seized the moment. “We do still have some of Laura’s other pieces. Would you like to see them?”

Lavinia arched an eyebrow and nodded. “Sure, bring them over.”

After trying on a few more, comparing and debating, Lavinia finally picked out one from the collection the saleswoman showed.

She tried to slip it onto Daniel’s finger, but he gently, almost imperceptibly, pulled his hand away.

Seeing her confusion, Daniel buried his irritation and took the ring, sliding it onto his own ring finger. He smiled, patient and sincere. “Trying on rings should be special—it should be my job. I want us to save that moment for our wedding day.”