He reaches into his jacket and then retrieves a black velvet box. My heart nearly stops when he opens it, revealing two rings. One is a simple band for a man and the other is a gorgeous gold solitaire with a huge green rock on top. The vase falls and hits the mattress as Kirill walks in my direction. I think I’m going to hyperventilate. No, I am hyperventilating. Is this a dream? Because if it is, then it’s too cruel.
