I had discovered it a month ago, thinking he might propose to me. I never expected him to give it to Emma as soon as she got back. Sensing my unnatural look, Emma let go of my hand and said calmly, “You’re a fan of D. Armstrong too? This is an exclusive limited-edition ring she made for me. Such a sweet little gift.”
The way she said it made it sound like the ring was just some trivial gift from Zachary. “You have no idea how hard it was to get this. I had to fly all the way to Country A to buy it. You owe me big time for this,” Zachary joked, sounding pretty pleased with himself. He knew how much I loved D. Armstrong’s work, and this ring was her final masterpiece.
“Since you love D. Armstrong so much, how about we use her designs for our wedding?” Zachary suggested, looking at me with a hopeful expression. I had been collecting D. Armstrong’s design books for years, so I knew exactly what he meant. But now, that ring was on Emma’s hand. I bit my lip, trying not to cry. Zachary was still chatting with Emma, as if he’d forgotten everything we’d discussed before.