The Wrong Bride (The Windsors, #1)(3)

I nod. “A new statement piece, perhaps?”

Ares looks at me with such a blank expression that I burst out laughing, and that just makes him smile in return. “I haven’t heard you laugh in so long, Raven. I missed it.”

My smile melts away and I look down at my lap, my heart aching. I wish he wouldn’t say things like that. He sees me as an old friend and his future sister-in-law, but when he tells me he missed me, it becomes hard to remember that. I tighten my grip on my handbag and inhale deeply. “A statement piece is basically just the opposite of a dainty piece of jewelry.”

Ares grins at me. “How about I just let you pick?”

I throw a pointed look his way. “Like you do every year?”

He smirks at me as he parks at one of the Windsor malls, pretty much jumping out of the car to rush around it so he can open the door for me. He offers me his hand, and I take it as I step out of his car, my eyes on his.

A flash of light startles both of us, and I turn to my side to find a paparazzo that has been trailing me lately smirking at me. I grit my teeth and take a step toward him, but he takes off running before I can even say a word.

Ares places his hand on the small of my back, and I look up at him. “I should’ve known taking you to such a public place would’ve resulted in this. I’m sorry, Raven. I’ll handle it. That picture will never see the light of day.”

I shake my head and take a step toward the mall. “It’s fine. I’m used to this. I can’t stop living my life just because I know I could be photographed at any time. It used to scare me, you know? Public opinion. Now it’s just an inconvenience that I’ve accepted as part of my job.”

Ares is quiet as we walk into the mall together. “Maybe I should get you some bodyguards.” His tone carries a hint of anger, and I look up in surprise.

“Absolutely not. I’m never in any danger, Ares. I already don’t have as much privacy as I wish I had. The last thing I need is someone in my personal space at all times.”

He looks at me as though he wants to argue with me, but thankfully he remains quiet as we walk into one of Hannah’s favorite jewelry stores.

The store manager tenses and rushes over as soon as he spots Ares, a nervous smile on his face. He’s an older man, and his graying hair looks charming on him. If not for his obvious nerves, he’d exude the kind of elegance that suits this store. “Mr. Windsor,” he says, before turning toward me with wide eyes. “Raven.” His eyes roam over my body the way men’s eyes always do. It used to disgust me, knowing they were likely thinking about one of my lingerie campaigns, but I’ve gotten used to it now. “Raven, wow. It’s such an honor to meet you. My name is Andy, and I’ll be assisting you today.”

Ares tenses and wraps his hand around my shoulder. I glance up at him in surprise, only to find him looking at the store manager with barely concealed annoyance. “We’ll ask for your assistance when we need it,” he says, his tone harsh.

He pulls me toward the glass display counters, his body tense. “What’s wrong?” I ask the moment we’re out of earshot.

Ares pulls his hand away and shakes his head. “He’s unprofessional. The way he looked at you just now? What was that? First, we get photographed the second we step out of the car, and now this?”

A soft chuckle escapes my lips as I lean back against the counter and look up at him. “Ares,” I murmur. “I’m not the little girl you used to know anymore. I was named this year’s highest paid model, and I’m a brand ambassador for many of the products sold in this mall. It’s not surprising that he’d recognize me. If anything, his expression was really quite mild. I’m pretty sure my face is on a large banner advertising this mall.”

“Mild?” Ares snaps. “Mild? He practically leered at you.”

I wrap my hand around his upper arm and smile up at him. “How do you deal with being around Hannah? I might be well known, but I’m pretty sure Hannah is even more famous. Models generally aren’t as popular as A-list actresses. How do you deal with the attention she gets if this annoys you?”

Ares sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “I think you underestimate your popularity. Besides, your sister has bodyguards around at all times, so I don’t need to worry about her. You, on the other hand? You’re a stubborn one.”

I huff and turn back around to check out the jewelry on display, my eyes trailing over the engagement rings. The mere thought of me ever getting engaged seems so inconceivable. I can’t imagine ever wanting to marry anyone other than Ares. There’s one ring that catches my eye, and for a single moment I let myself imagine what it’d look like on my finger.

I sigh and pull Ares toward the section where the necklaces are displayed, my gaze settling on a diamond choker necklace. “How about something like that?”

Ares calls Andy over, and he hands the necklace to me before pointing to the mirror behind me. I hold the choker up against my neck, wanting to check what it’ll look like, and Ares gently lifts my hair for me, wrapping it over my shoulder and out of the way.

“Try it on,” he tells me.

I shake my head. “Oh no, I can’t. This is for Hannah. I can tell she’d love it without trying it on.”

Ares shakes his head and reaches around me, putting the necklace on me. The way his fingers graze over my skin sends a shiver running down my spine, and he doesn’t even realize it.