Chapter 14 - The Ring in the Ficus
Nathaniel proposed two years after birthday dinner.
Not in restaurant.
Not under chandeliers.
At home.
Franklin the ficus had somehow survived.
Maisie found ring box tucked behind pot.
“You hid jewelry in dirt?”
Nathaniel said, “Technically behind dirt.”
“Bad security.”
“Noted.”
He looked at me.
“No empire promises. No forever because forever sounds impressive. I just know I want every ordinary day I’m allowed to have with you.”
May you like
I said yes.
Maisie shouted before I finished.
