The choices had been all hers to make.
No expense spared.
No wish unfulfilled.
No detail to small.
In nothing would she be denied.
He had made one demand, in this, he would not budge, would not waiver.
Regardless of tradition.
Never mind the plans that had been on file since 1985.
Platinum.
Only.
She had not understood. Had cried. Had pouted.
Had not had a clue until yet another GG post had dubbed Serena the 'Golden Girl' heiress to all that embodied the UES.
She had stopped, the salmon in her mouth turned to dust, her phone had dropped forgotten onto the table.
Startled he had looked over at her, eyes weary, ever watchful that she may have changed her mind, but he had found only shock on her.
Her question had been jumbled, incoherent.
But he had known. As always. For forever. Had taken her onto his lap with a smirk.
"Serena may shine as the golden girl, but I have always preferred the shimmer of platinum."
She knew now.
She understood.
She had never worn gold again.