“Dinara Mikhailov, will you marry me?” I held up the wrapper ring, which glittered in the headlights, making it look more sturdy than it was. “You are out of your mind!” Dinara exclaimed, but her eyes were soft and she had trouble fighting her smile. I lifted the ring a bit higher. “I’m afraid I need an answer.” She closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them again, she said, “Yes.”
