“Do you have rings to exchange?” Panic flares across Coraline’s face, but the corner of my mouth pulls up. I may not have planned for vows, but I did for this. I reach into my pocket, retrieving both rings. I hand her mine, a simple gold band with an engraving along the inside that says #dd4a3d. My little secret, considering she doesn’t notice it as she slips it onto my finger. Slowly, I return the favor, sliding the round solitaire diamond with a matching gold band down her finger. It’s not flashy or obnoxiously big; it’s a thing of stealthy beauty, mirroring the woman wearing it.
