Roman goes down on one knee, and my heart skips several beats. He reaches into his shirt and pulls out a gold ring encrusted with diamonds. And it’s attached to a chain. “I’ve carried this around for nine months,” he says, his eyes shining. “Waiting for the right moment to ask. I should have done this properly the first time. If you don’t like this ring, we can get something more suitable—” “Yes,” I say. He laughs. “I haven’t even asked.” I cup the side of his face. “My answer is yes. Now, stand up and let’s greet our family.”
