The day I got her greenlight on the engagement plan, I paid a visit to Hannah. In the musty little bookstore, Hannah flipped through the pages of a book on vintage jewelry, pointing out the shape and style Avery was drawn to. I drove to Victoria three hours away and scoured jewelry stores for something vintage, something people would believe Avery would want. Did I drop a bit of money on the ring? Sure I did, but the second her eyes lit up, that didn’t matter as much.
