Lulu had been hunting for a wedding gift for Skwisgaar for weeks. She knew exactly what she wanted to get him - a sphere from her homeland - but she didn't know how on Earth she'd ever find one. So something else would have to do.
She'd abandoned corsets in favor of body-hugging stretch cotton, and her heels clicked along the London streets as she walked. Her teeth were latched around a peppermint (she'd started sucking them so she wouldn't have as hard of a time quitting smoking) when she turned into an antique shop. Might as well try.