“You had to compromise on a ring because you know I’d pick something gaudy, tacky, and not at all classy. And you’re the kind of man who would hate himself for having to claim you bought such a thing. A ring, Vance. What sort of eternity does that look like to you if we have to start compromising on just the ring?” I’m not sure why he smiles. “One full of my smart mouth, your smart mouth, and sex that will shake the floors every time we collide about our differences,” he says in a tone that definitely makes me forget this is marriage we’re discussing.
