A clock. Or more precisely a pocket watch. Tied to a silver string, not too grand so that it would suit a lady after all. It'd go well with her usual robes she wore for work and every day life, even with her new dress robes.
There was also something engraved: Amore. Nothing more. A first declaration?
Anyway it made her heart beat faster and turned this February morning into a wonderful day despite the cold and wet weather outside. The only sad thing was that it wasn't until the weekend that'd they finally meet again. In secret of course, but that was fine as long as she could smell that blonde hair, taste her body and let those delicate hands explore her own slightly less feminine figure...and their conversations weren't bad either.
Finally dressed she stood in front of her mirror also wearing her new watch. Smiling she tucked it into the right pocket of her robe then said to her reflection: "Happy birthday Amelia."