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The next morning.

Morning was lazy. Tremendously lazy. So much that we opted for a brunch at 11 rather than breakfast. As we ate, cuddled in the sofa, I flexed my fingers where the ring rested; I wasn’t too used to its presence yet. Behind a few loose strands of hair, Tristan observed me. I had not taken much time to admire the ring yesterday evening, but I had to admit that it suited me well. With my long fingers, I needed a certain width for it to look good, and this one was just perfect with its little twist.

Eventually, I felt Tristan’s gaze on me and turned to him with a bright smile. “It really is beautiful. Thank you”

“I’m glad you like it. I had no idea what you dreamed of for an engagement ring.” My eyebrows rose upon my forehead, my mind searching for the response until it came back absolutely blank. “Uh… I never thought about it”