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I have to admit, for one heartstopping moment I think… This Is It! He’s Proposing! (Funnily enough, the very next thought that flashes into my mind is Thank God I’ll Be Able To Pay Off My Overdraft. Hmmm. When he proposes for real, I must make sure to think something a bit more romantic.)

But of course, he’s not proposing, is he? He’s just giving me a little present.

I knew that.

So I open it and find a leather box, and inside is a little gold brooch in the shape of a horse. Lots of fine details; beautifully crafted. A little green stone (emerald?) for the eye.

Really not my kind of thing.

‘It’s gorgeous,’ I breathed in awe. ‘Absolutely… stunning.’

‘It’s rather jolly, isn’t it?’ says Tarquin. ‘Though you’d like it.’

‘I adore it.’ I turn it over in my fingers (hallmark - good) then look up at him and blink a couple of times with misty eyes. God I’m drunk. I think I’m actually seeing through champagne. ‘This is so thoughtful of you,’ I murmur.

Plus I don’t really wear brooches. I mean, where are you supposed to put them? Slap bang in the middle of a really nice top? I mean, come on. And they always leave great brooch-holes everywhere.

‘It’ll look lovely on you,’ says Tarquin after a pause - and suddenly I realize he’s expecting me to put it on.

Aaargh! It’ll ruin my lovely Whistles dress! And who wants a horse galloping across their tits, anyway?

From The Secret Dreamworld of a Shopaholic

Posted on November 10th, 2007 by The Prince
Filed under: Kinsella, Sophie