Arthur felt the weight of the small box in his pocket. He looked at the sapphire—beautiful, but objectively "cheap" compared to the world Clara dreamed of. He realized then that he couldn't buy her the life she wanted. He couldn't buy her the silk, the pearls, or the status.
He walked up to the counter, took her hand, and didn't pull out the ring. Instead, he pulled her into a clumsy, swinging dance right there between the bins of jazz and pop. "Artie, what are you doing?" she giggled, breathless. can t buy me love song
Clara was humming along, her hips swaying as she closed the register. "Listen to that," she laughed. "Easy for them to say, isn't it? They've got all the money in the world now." Arthur felt the weight of the small box in his pocket