My Boss, My Husband
Lucius laughed heartily, having closed it on purpose.
“Very funny, very mature of you,” I complained, blushing.
“You should’ve seen yourself in a mirror. You were adorable,” he joked, offering me the box. I took it, ignoring that he had called me “adorable.” I wasn’t adorable. Right?
Even so, I ended up opening the box, becoming dumbfounded at the ring.
“Where did your family get a ring like this?”
“Where all blood diamonds come from. Some exploited, enslaved country centuries ago. It’s been in the family for over 200 years. It belonged to my grandmother Leona,” he explained.