| 15 | Troublemaker

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This ring is gorgeous. Subtle but elegant. Marquise cut. At least one carat, I'm guessing.

No doubt it's a real diamond. I've told him to just buy something cheap. Obviously he doesn't want me to wear a fake.

I don't know how he actually knows my size. I didn't try any of the rings in that store. Nor do I remember him asking.

Shoot. This is actually happening. We're engaged now.

Engaged!

Jeez... What's gotten into him? A bouquet and a fake proposal in broad daylight? In front of all these people?

Is he drunk? No, he can't be. He doesn't look or smell intoxicated. Maybe it's some kind of PTSD or paranoia? Or is he going off the rails?

We stare at each other, putting on our best happy-new-couple smiles, ignoring the noise around us while he gets up to stand in front of me again. Dominico steps closer, his gaze unwavering.

Almost unnerving. I don't back away or get rid of my smile. I want to, but I can't cry on cue, so... This will have to do. “I can't believe yo