I picked up the box—holding it gingerly with both pinkies out—and opened it. And immediately had a massive heart attack. Through my choked gasps and garbled attempts at language, Jackson said calmly, “And I’m quoting, ‘A five-carat flawless Tiffany brilliant-cut center stone with a pair of flawless one-carat stones flanking it, set in a platinum band.’ No woman is that specific about the ring she wants unless she’s spent a lot of time researching it.” I made a sound that was like, “Grglefarbluhh.”
