I look at the shining white diamond ring. I feel my hands take the ring and look it up close. It looks pretty expensive. I looked at him through the ring as he waited for the answer yes or no. He looks agitated. I try to part my lips for the words to come out but I felt my body becoming too hot to bear. I rise and head to the room with the ring in my hand. I sit on the bed, rise to my feet, and pace around the room a little while holding the ring in my hands like a bouquet.
Is it too soon? But does it have to take forever? I stopped to look at it and it flashed its smile at me. A pave ring design with a clear cushion cut diamond with touches of tiny diamonds around the silver ring band. I head for the shower and place the ring on the vanity counter. I undress and look at it again. Is it real? Let me shower maybe I will come back to reality. I let the warm water run on me in the shower and the steam started to get heavy and covered the shower glass. I let the tears rain down accompanied by silence and a whirlwind of emotions swimming inside me.
I switched off the water and waited for the water to run down the drain listening to the last shower drops hit the stone tiled floor. I gathered all the effort and stepped out to dry myself with the bathroom towel. My gaze meets the ring, nestled on the counter, glowing so bright. Am I ready? Can I do it? How do I tell the family? I rubbed my nape. Breathe and be in the moment. I took the ring and looked at it again and fit my finger ring in it. It is more beautiful on my finger. I smile. Mrs Windsor to be. It suits me.