#Chapter Fifteen
"Take that off," Barry told her. "The diamond on your ring is too small."
"My finger is skinny," she said. "A small diamond suits my hand more."
"You're going to be Kitty Abernathy soon. An Abernathy wears better rings."
"The ring isn't important. It doesn't represent anything. Why can't we just get a normal plain band?"
Barry looked at her as if she had gone mad. "What would everyone think of you if they thought I got you a normal ring? They'd think poorly of you."
Or more accurately, they'd think poorly of him. "That ring you're holding looks so gaudy. I hate it."
"Come," he said as he took her hand in his and slipped the ring into the finger. "It looks perfect."
"No, it doesn't."
He removed the ring from her finger. "Okay, then. Let's choose another ring."
A sudden burst of energy coursed through her. She jumped a little and pointed at a simple ring, asking the saleslady to take it out for her to try. She put the ring on and held it at a distance to gaze at it. "I love this!"
"Any ring would look flawless on you, my love."
"Thank you," she beamed at Barry. "I'm so happy. I think I want this ring."
"Pack that up, please," Barry told the saleslady, and slipped the gaudy ring over to her as well. "This too."
Kitty raised a brow. "Why are you getting that too? I don't want that."
"Kitty, you can wear the ring you chose when you're staying in our mansion, but when you're marrying me, I will put my ring on your finger and when you walk outside, you will wear that ring like a proud Abernathy, alright?"