Daughter of Kaos (The Daughter Trilogy Book 3) by C.M. Owens Read Free Book Online

gasp.
    It’s my tiara Persia sent me when I was a kid. It has been completely cleaned up, and all the
    tarnished pieces sparkle like new.
    I feel a slight tear creeping up, and I nod to Jake as he struts back over to reclaim the driver’s
    seat. My fingers trace over the lines of the tiara in disbelief.
    You can ’t see a speck of age on it anymore, and the diamonds I had assumed were fake when I
    was a child cast their glimmer to show how incredibly real they are.
    I suck back the rising emotion as I connect the call, and the soft voice on the other end is ready to
    talk.
    “So, how many things have you acquired so far?” he says with a grin I wish I could see.
    “I just got the flowers and the tiara,” I choke out. “Devin, it’s so perfect now. Thank you,” I
    murmur with genuine sincerity.
    “You’re welcome, baby. I can tell I’m wearing you down now,” he seduces.
    “You are. I’ve got more to do though, and I still want our moment to be epic,” I sniffle.
    “Don’t cry, baby. I can’t enjoy playing if you’re upset,” he murmurs so gently.
    “They’re good tears. I love you.”
    “I love you,” he utters so sweetly, and I put the phone back up.
    Clara walks over and tilts her head curiously. “What’s that?”
    “I’ll tell you if you promise not to tell anyone,” I insist.
    “Sure,” she says with a baffled tone.
    “This is the tiara I got for Christmas the year I got the pink princess room. My real mother is the
    one that sent this to me.”
    “Oh… Wow. I thought you sort of hated that topic,” she stumbles out with a little shock.
    I’ve never spoken about my past with her more than the basics. I’ve always been rather private
    though with everyone except for Devin.
    “I don’t anymore. It’s a long story, but I’ll tell you what I can one day,” I say while wiping away
    a tear.
    “It looks brand new,” she murmurs while examining it.
    “Devin had it cleaned for me,” I sniffle out.
    “Aw. I swear he’s making the rest of the world’s men look pretty pathetic in comparison. That’s
    so thoughtful,” she sighs in a dreamy hue.
    I smile a little and slide the tiara into my lingerie bag. Clara holds onto the flowers for me as we
    stroll into the dress shop.
    “So what sort of dress do you want for the reception? I’m sure there were better options in New
    York.”
    “Yeah, but Devin’s always with me, and I didn’t want to order one off the internet,” I say with a
    shrug.
    “You know, I thought it was weird with how close you two always are, but now I’m starting to
    think my expectations for romance have been far too low,” she pouts.
    “Devin is just incredible, and he raised the standards to far surpass anything I had thought
    possible.”
    “You miss him, don’t you?”
    “Terribly, and it’s only been a day.”
    “Are you going to find a job in New York?” she randomly asks.
    “I don’t know. I’m still trying to wrap my head around everything, and aside from sporadic
    business meetings, Devin works from home. I like being with him, and he wants us to travel for a
    while.”
    “I think it’s great you found someone who makes you this happy,” she says with teary eyes.
    “Don’t do that. I’m already about to cry as it is,” I laugh through a gust of emotion.
    “Sorry. It’s just so good to see you like this,” she giggles as the tears roll down her cheeks.
    She wraps me in an embrace, and a dress calls for my attention. I walk over and smile as I see the
    dress I’m going to wear to my reception. It’s simple but divine at the same time.
    It’s white with a lazy neckline and a drooping back, but the length is just below the knees. The
    satiny fabric offers a feel that begs to be touched, and it’ll be stunning next to my new jewelry.
    “It’s perfect,” I murmur.
    “Yes, it is.”
    I hand my credit card to the cashier, and she smiles as she walks away to return with a brown
    package.
    “Mr. Cole requested this be given to