You Want That Watch? Then Watch Me Leave
As we exchanged rings, I held Yasmin Walsh's hand, and my gaze fell on her wrist. An old silver watch hung there, its dial yellowed with age, its hands forever frozen at 3:07.
"Take off the watch," I said.
Her smile stiffened. Instinctively, she pulled her hand back. "Jayden Burke, stop it. Everyone is watching."
I didn't move. I repeated myself softly, but loud enough for the entire hall to hear, "Take off the watch."