#Chapter39 A WEDDING FULL OF INK
A year and a half later...
I looked at my left ring finger for the thirtieth time that day, still stumped that beautiful ring was even there. I still remembered well the day it all happened, of course my man hadn't changed at all and he still didn't know what romanticism is...
That morning I woke up to blinding sunlight coming through the window, for a moment before I opened my eyes I hated Christian a little for not drawing the curtains. I stirred in my sleep and heaved a sigh of pure unhappiness as I started to open my eyes, I was sleeping with my back to the door and to Christian so for a few confused seconds I didn't know why he was crouched by the bed looking at me like I was the most amazing thing in the world. Then the light hit something bright that caught my attention, my eyes automatically went to my left hand resting on the bed and my eyes widened at the sight of the ring that hadn't been there the night before.