Max Irons Always Gets What He Wants

Chapter 10

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               We didn’t actually go to Tiffany’s, that beautiful jewelry shop. We went to a jeweler’s named Svette instead. I had to admit, it was unbelievably grand. Even more than Tiffany’s was, probably. The first thing I saw was the large chandelier of crystals and the layers of golden cloth that hung to the side. The tiles underneath my heels were a specific type of gold embedded black marble tiles, and a plush sofa set decorated with cushions of many shapes and sizes was prepared for the customers who were waiting. How lavish and beautiful!

            All of the people in the jewelry shop wore fancy garments of pleated tulles. Businesswomen, men in fine tuxes and dress shirts, and even fellow celebrities were there. Mila Kunis walked in with a tracksuit and flip-flops, and everyone stared at her as if waiting for her to combust. The nerves she had.

            I felt lucky to be wearing modestly classy attire. I had on a Burberry coat, which partially covered the short Jason Wu dress I threw on. It was splendid blending in.

            My arm was confidently looped around Max’s as the older women and men stared at us, two young individuals in search for an eternal adhesive. Groups of women with sets of diamonds adorned on their slender necks and frail fingers murmured in the disturbing ambiance. Romance and tension filled the air; an almost palpable sense of insecurity overwhelmed every single corner of the jeweler’s palace.

            “Svette, please.” Max’s half restrained voice traveled the room only to be absorbed by the admiring customers. Several gasps broke into murmurs like a widespread chain effect- wives and husbands of all ages didn’t fail to show wide, toothy grins at the sight of our looped arms.

            A short, middle-aged woman appeared by our side immediately, a simper of joy aimed at our suspected business in this field of endless emeralds. Max found this amusing and satisfactory as her knowing look provoked an affectionate grin towards me. I had no choice than to return that courtesy.

            I had never felt so carefree in my life. My thoughts were temporarily released of my burdens and I was amazed by how wonderful everybody was. We were led to a separate, and even more magnificent, suite. A young, Russian man stood with calculating eyes as he inspected a protruding grass green rock embedded in a bed of gold. His eyes didn’t fail his young and beautiful appearance. He seemed so refreshed and inspired- I almost felt guilty for stepping into the room. He was an undiminished glow in the midst of the room. I instantly knew he would either be a greatly appreciated friend or an unknown stranger. I chose the first option.

            The young Russian’s thick accent reverberated around the room, causing amazement to every ear. Max’s grip on my hand tightened as he saw how entranced I was by this man, who I presumed to be Svette.

            “Brother,” Max’s monotonous voice sliced through the deep trance I was so gladly emerged in. My mouth hung open in silence as I absorbed the fact that Svette was his brother.

            “Max, it has been a long, very long time. Now tell me what brings you here? Might it be what I think it might be? The woman?”

            Max nodded in confirmation.

            “Meet my fiancée, Nicole.”

            Svette’s wandering eyes inspected me carefully, and he grinned in approval.

            “You’d think I wouldn’t know from all of the broadcast channels and gossip news. Your sister watches you in amazement all the time. Or did you forget her? Your sister Sarah?”

            “I didn’t abandon her that long, brother. I was simply busy with all the movie offers I accepted. I had to travel places.”

            “Well, if you say so.” Svette sincerely smiled at me. “I am Svette Irons, adopted son of your fiancé’s biological parents. It’s wonderful to meet you, Nicole. I can tell we are going to get along just fine.” He offered his hand, each finger adorned with intricate bands of intertwining silver and gold.

            My hand was swatted away before I had the chance to shake Svette’s hand. I frowned at Max in disapproval, receiving a shrug in return.

            “I’m sorry. He’s just so-“

            “Don’t worry Nicole, he never brings girls here, or boys, for that matter,” Svette said, whispering the last part causing me to giggle, “so I reckon he values you, more that a…gem.” Svette pointed to his ring finger, which bore a golden band with a pristine ruby attached to the middle.

            My heart warmed to his brother, and even more so to the man I now deem the right to call my fiancé.

            Max Irons.