Sorry.

“Seriously? You are still wearing that?” Vian questioned with a very upset look in his eyes.

“I… I forgot about it.” I said feeling guilty and defenseless.

“You forgot about it?” he asked me in a mocking tone. “It’s YOUR finger and YOU are wearing it.” He pressed the words pointing at my hand. “How could you forget something like that and it’s been two days,” Vian said with a menacing look.

He was right, and I have nothing to say to that but I wasn’t going to stand there looking all guilty and go down without an argument.

“Well, you were with me on those two days, why didn’t you say anything about it? You must have seen it at least once. You should have told me something before proposing to me.” I yelled back. It was the most absurd thing that came out of my mouth.

“Oh, I am sorry I didn’t notice the ring in your finger because my concentration was elsewhere in your body,” he growled back without thinking. It took him a second to realize what