Novelas y relatos de Monica's Engagement Ring From Friends

Something was off. A pretty lady in a black formal dress with a slit up the left side walked over. Lucas lit up. "Right on time, angel. I was just about to call you over." He turned to me. "My pride jewel, Monica. She's twenty four and graduated from Harvard in Business. Isn't she a prize?" Lucas leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Beautiful. The perfect embodiment of an heiress. Any family would love to have you as their daughter." "Or daughter in law," Lucas added with a laugh. Domino joined in. Monica looked down for a second, her hand resting on her father's shoulder.

"Seriously, look at what you're wearing. Even the nannies in the Marino family dress better than you." The lackeys around her couldn't hold back and burst into mocking laughter. I had always believed comfort mattered more than designer labels, but in a hall drowning in diamonds and custom gowns, no one here cared about that belief. I pressed my lips together, heat rising up my chest. "So, you're still judging people by logos? You're unbelievably shallow. Luca sure had special taste when picking his godsister." Thanks to her stunt, I wasn't in the mood for the auction anymore. I turned to the auctioneer and pointed straight at the Eternal Star ring in the display case.

Staring at the window display like it might bite him. "You're really doing this?" Marcus asked. "Yeah. I am." "About time." Marcus clapped his shoulder. "Let's go buy a ring." Inside, everything gleamed. Glass cases filled with diamonds. Emeralds. Sapphires. Too much. Too bright. Noah's palms started sweating. A woman approached. Mid-fifties. Kind eyes. "Gentlemen. How can I help you today?" "Engagement ring," Noah said. His voice sounded strange. Too formal. "For my girlfriend."

"That's what you have to face for coming between my ways, Besides happy unemployed days... Goodbye" I saw the photos. It was Monica and Alexander, kissing each other. There was a timeline under the photo. The time was mentioned a year ago. My mind swirled at a fast pace. I zoomed the photo and noticed her wearing a ring on her ring finger. What the hell... He is married! _____

She looked somewhat puzzled as she said, "Monica, your engagement with Mr. Weiss has been rumored for months. Why is there still no news about it? "I heard that the two of you were going to be engaged a few months ago. Haven't you guys picked a date to get everything sorted out yet?" Upon hearing Selena's words, embarrassment flickered across Monica's features. She was annoyed that Selena had brought up this topic. However, she still had to maintain the smile on her face. "Well, that depends entirely on Terence. This isn't something I can decide," Monica said. Robin raised an eyebrow upon hearing that. At this moment, Jean exchanged a knowing glance with Robin. The two smiled at each other w

Lucy marveled at the way it sparkled, its brilliance mirroring the love that bound them together. "You're right," Noah said, his voice filled with tenderness. "This ring may not hold the traditional significance of an engagement, but it carries the weight of our journey, our dreams, and our unbreakable bond as friends. It's a reminder that our love and commitment to one another, even as friends, is something special and worthy of celebration." Lucy gazed at Noah, her eyes shimmering with gratitude. In that moment, she felt an overwhelming sense of love and appreciation for him. The ring on her finger served as a tangible reminder of their deep connection and the unspoken promises they shared

I said, lowering my tone. Then the line goes silent. I look to see if the call was cut off, but it's not. "Hey, Elena Kyra you there???" I said on the phone. "First yes, im still here mf." Elena speaks. "Then second, don't call me with my second name." Elena added. "And third..." I heard Elena take a deep breath. "AN ENGAGEMENT RING!!!! ARE YOU REALLY MY MF FRIEND!!!! ARE YOU SURE!!!! MF!! DON'T PLAY WITH ME!!"

The woman was dressed in a deep blue silk dress, her ears and neck adorned with sapphire jewelry, and on her finger sat an enormous pigeon-egg-sized diamond ring—the same shade of blue as her outfit. It seemed Zac was right. His mother was indeed the kind of person who would buy an entire set of jewelry just to match a dress. Monica looked at her with an expression as if she were examining something she found distasteful. Her eyes were filled with criticism. “You must be Charlotte Riley?” Monica’s voice was indifferent, her tone carrying an air of condescension. Charlotte remained polite. “Hello, Mrs. Gibson.” “Mm.” Monica stepped inside, her gaze sweeping over the room before finally settli

Before my engagement, a fire broke out in my dressing room. The explosion sent shards of glass deep into my body. My best friend, Monica Addams, shielded me as we escaped the flames. At the hospital, she stayed by my side as I clung to life. She called my fiancé, James Miller. However, his response was dismissive. “Veronica isn’t feeling well, and I’m accompanying her to get an IV drip. If it’s no big deal, just drop it.”