Chapter 10:

~July 17. Domino City~

Early that morning, Olivia received a call from the owner of Éclatant. Seto's ring had come in. Thanking the owner, she drove over to the shop, picked up the parcel, ignored the owners' gushing over how beautiful her ring turned out, and left.

Going to an outdoor café, Olivia made extra precautions to disguise herself. This was something she did very well. Wearing her sunglasses, her hair tucked under a stylish hat and loose Bohemian clothing, she ordered coffee and took the band from the envelope. It was platinum with flat inlays of black diamond. It was heavy in her hand and easily slipped off of her thumbs. It was cold and conservative.

I think Seto will approve of this, she thought.

Paying her bill, Olivia put the ring back into the envelope and left for home.

~Kaiba Estate~

Seto stood in his dressing room with arms outstretched as the tailor made the last few adjustments on his tuxedo. The CEO checked himself in the three-sided mirror, angling his head to the left and right. Scrutinizing himself, Seto was glad he made the choice of a black tux verses a white one. The darkness of the fine wool fabric brought out the brilliance of his cobalt eyes and chestnut hair.

The tailor moved pins and marked the proper measurements on his clipboard, mumbling to himself here and there. He was fixing the tapering seams at the waist. Seto was pleased with the results for the jacket fit the young billionaire handsomely, emphasizing his well -built form. Once the final marks had been made, the tailor removed the jacket and slipped it back into its plastic carrier. Seto cracked his neck.

"This will be ready by tonight, Mr. Kaiba. The adjustments are minor." The tailor said zippering up the clothing bag.

Seto nodded once. "Have it delivered in the morning. Is Mokuba's ready as well?"

"Yes sir. Mr. Kaiba's tux will be sent with yours."

"Good. Alfred will show you out."

~Olivia's Apartment~

Just as Seto readied himself with his tux, Olivia donned her wedding gown. The Parisian box had arrived a few days ago, its precious contents smelling of fresh lilac. Olivia turned and posed in her dress, a smile coming to her face. The gown was straight and had a long flowing train. Made from white silk and chiffon, the gown hugged her bust and hips. The Sweetheart bodice was decorated with hundreds of tiny pearls and diamonds. The intricate beading crisscrossed across her torso, came to a point just below her navel, swept back across the ridge of her hips and came together in a glittering cascade of pearl and diamond down to the end of the train. There, the pearls and diamonds fanned out to splay across the expanse of decorative fabric, and thereby bordering the bottom of the entire gown.

The back of the dress above the pearlescent waterfall swooped down low, nearly touching the dropping point of pearl and diamond. Olivia wrapped her arms around the dress, embracing the fine garment. It was heavy with the embellishments but also lightweight and easy to move in.

The dress had come to $150,000 with shipping. Not a bad price I Olivia had anything to say about it. She had sent her measurements along with the dress design to Paris a few weeks prior. She had informed the seamstress to hurry on it. Olivia had paid for it herself. She scoffed at Seto paying for everything, insisting that she at least buy her own wedding dress. There were only three days left until the wedding, and she wanted to make sure the dress fit. If it needed tailoring, they were easy fixes.

Satisfied with the gown, Olivia slipped it off and placed it on a hanger. Securing it on her closet door, she fixed herself a glass of wine and relaxed on her leather sofa. Only three days….