I beamed up at Ryan every time he introduced me as his fiancée, every time he said, “My fiancée is the best second-grade teacher in the world,” every time he stopped a server to say, “My fiancée would like another mint julep.” I curled into him, a hand always on his back, his shoulders, his chest. I’d let my palm slide down to his abs, but he was quick to grab my wrist and show off that new ring. “When’s the big day?” asked a woman wearing a necklace that looked like my ring multiplied by forty.
