“Fern, my Red, my sweetest, most deadliest threat…” My lungs shrank. My hands trembled. The sun wasn’t able to dry the water stinging my eyes. He presented a red velvet box, and it opened to reveal a silver ring. The sun bounced off the small band of inlaid diamonds. “Will you marry me for real?” I laughed, unbidden and uncaring of the blubbering that followed. “You’re serious?” “Tasteful ring, and I’ll make a shrine of you and write a million diary entries about you if I have to serious.” “Jude,” I croaked. He waited, ring poised in the air, unmoving, and I laughed again. “Yes,” I said,
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