I open the box with the ring, and she sobs. “Caroline, will you be my wife?” She nods her head, her hands on her mouth, and tears streaming down her face. I take the ring out of the box, and she reaches her left hand out, and it’s shaking like a leaf. I slide it on her finger and see the five-carat square diamond sitting on it. “This is forever.” “Forever,” she whispers, leaning down and holding my face in her hands. “And ever.” She kisses me.
