“By the way, where’s my engagement ring?” “You lost it in the water hazard,” I provided, unblinking. Her cheeks pinked. “Oh, sorry.” “It’s fine. It was a simple $500k ring. I still have my mom’s one waiting for you in the safe.” Someone needed to stop my mouth from talking. “Oh, Ollie.” She squeezed my hand. “I am so glad we’re still together.” I was going straight to hell. And probably rooming with Columbus and King Léopold, too.
