Chapter 70

• LEX
• The little blue box sits on my nightstand, a constant reminder of her, tormenting me as I sit in my hotel room just staring at it.
• It has taken me most of yesterday morning to pull strings at Tiffany’s to get the diamonds encrusted into the pendant. Thank my fucking lucky stars the manager knows who I am, so after a ton of money was sent their way, it was hand-delivered to my suite. I know this means a lot to her. When I asked her about the tattoo, she brushed it off in typical Charlotte fashion.