In my last life, the Whitmores had known how deeply I loved Lucas-and still, they told people they didn't approve of me. Said I had begged and clung until they "reluctantly" let their son marry me. There was no engagement party. No gifts. The "wedding" was just a meal shared between our two families. I still remembered his parents mocking me at the dinner table. The way Lucas looked at me like I was nothing. Now, comparing that to how the Morgans treated me-I knew, without a doubt, I was lucky to have this do-over. So I decided: I would personally choose Liam's engagement gift. At a century-old tailor shop, I was discussing cufflink designs with the master craftsman when the doorbell rang. Lucas walked in, hand-in-hand with Claire. He spotted me and immediately frowned. "What are you doing here?" The tailor answered on my behalf. "Miss Meyer wanted to personally design her fiancé's engagement outfit. She has quite the eye for detail." Lucas glanced at the sketches on the table, then scoffed. "I've told you a hundred times-I don't want to marry you. No matter what you do, I'm not changing my mind. "And I hate initials on cufflinks. That's so tacky." I looked at the sketch in front of me. The letter "L" was engraved into the design. He clearly thought it was for him. "Actually, those are for-" "Lucas, this dress is gorgeous!" Claire suddenly gasped, stepping past me to run her fingers across a crimson gown on display. Lucas's expression softened. "If you like it, have the tailor make you one just like it." "But I want to wear this dress tonight," she said sweetly. "You promised to take me to the concert." His smile returned, and without hesitation, he turned to the tailor. "Alter the dress to Claire's measurements. We need it ready for tonight." I frowned. "Lucas, that's my engagement dress." He didn't even blink. "I'm busy. I don't have time for whatever party the Meyers are throwing."