THE SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION
Nelly lets out a dramatic scream before he even pulls it out.
He brings out a silver ring, simple and shining, and slides it onto my ring finger—my “ruby finger,” as he used to tease. “This is a promise ring from me to you. I love you so much, Lynn,” he says, his voice steady but his hands trembling just a little.
“I love you too,” I whisper, my voice breaking as tears prick at my eyes.
“Lynn! Lynn! Lynn!!” The guests scream my name, cheering loudly.
“Lynn!!” The voices grow louder, more urgent, like they’re pulling me from somewhere I don’t want to leave.