The display case sparkled with rings of all kinds, almost blinding me.
After trying several, we chose one with a massive diamond.
“It’s too big!” I looked at him anxiously. “It’s so expensive – what if I accidentally damage it?”
“Don’t worry.” He took my hand, carefully sliding the ring on my finger.
“The bigger, the better – everyone will see you’re married.”
I blushed deeply. The sales associate couldn’t help teasing, “You two are so sweet together!”
Daniel then took out his phone, photographed the ring, and posted it on his social media.
“What are you doing?”
He smiled brightly. “Announcing to the world that I’m a married man.”
I froze, feeling tears well up in my eyes.
James and I were together for eight years, but he never officially acknowledged our relationship to anyone.
Even though everyone could see it, he always called himself “single.”
This kind of open affection was a first for me.
“Alright,” Daniel said cheerfully after posting the photo. “It’s getting late. Let’s get dinner.”
“I heard you like spicy food. Lucky for you, so do I.
“We can discuss your thoughts about the wedding over dinner.”
I stumbled, hardly believing my ears. “Wedding?”
He nodded as if it were obvious. “Of course.”
I hesitated. “Isn’t it a bit early to discuss that?”
A wedding would mean inviting lots of people, and I hadn’t even met his parents yet.
What if they didn’t like me…
“You’re right.” Noticing my hesitation, he smiled gently. “Am I moving too fast? I’m sorry.”
2/3
Chapter 11
“No, everything’s perfect,” I shook my head.
Though everything was happening suddenly, Daniel’s sincerity was touching.
He gently brushed a strand of hair from my face. “When the time comes, our wedding will be both grand and joyful.”
+15 BONUS
Daniel took me to his friend’s restaurant. The owner was surprised at first, then welcomed us warmly, “So this is the new Mrs.
Williams? Daniel finally found someone! Don’t forget to invite me to the wedding.”
“Order anything you like – I’ll give you a fifty percent discount!”
I couldn’t help but reflect on the times I’d met James’s friends.
Those wealthy heirs had always looked at me with disdain.
“Try this spicy dish,” Daniel placed a piece in my bowl. “If you like it, I’ll learn to make it for you at home.”
“Okay.” Warmth spread through my chest as I smiled. “I’ll look forward to Chef Daniel’s cooking.”
As we left the restaurant, Daniel drove me home. Just as I was getting into the car, I thought I heard someone calling my name.
“Hmm?”
I turned around confused, but only caught a glimpse of someone falling in the rearview mirror.
Maybe I was seeing things.
I closed the car window, putting the incident out of my mind.
