Feeling bashful, Ivy curled her fingers but soon straightened up confidently, lifting her chin and puffing out her chest. "I said you're my girlfriend. Is there a problem?"
Kate merely gazed at her without uttering a word.
Suddenly, Ivy felt a bit guilty, her voice faltering. "It's true, isn't it? You're not planning to deny it, are you?"
Once she commits to someone, it's for life.
Even though they've truly known each other for just over a month, she's already envisioning growing old together, even sharing the same grave after they pass.
Not just now—even a hundred years from now—Miss Stone will still be her girlfriend.
At that moment, Kate produced a square black velvet box adorned with white pearls—simple yet elegantly luxurious.
Ivy's mind went blank. It looked like a ring box. Could Kate be... No, it's too soon. Ivy thought she must be mistaken; perhaps it's just an ordinary little gift.