“Don’t insult me, Hallie, of course it’s real,” he snaps, rolling his eyes as if the idea of having a fake ring for a fake marriage is totally ridiculous, yet still I say nothing. “I know it’s no ring pop, but as soon as I saw it, I thought of you,” he tells me innocently, not realizing he is making the heart that beats for him and only him, soar even higher. “Like Tinkerbell in a ring,” he laughs, taking the box back from my hand and plucking the ring from it.
