A month had passed since the idea first rooted itself in my mind, and it had grown into a full-fledged mission.
The ring was perfect, a piece I'd spent weeks designing with a jeweller who specialised in enchanted metals.
It had a deep crimson gem that glimmered faintly, as though it held the essence of a small, eternal flame.
The band was black metal, intricately carved with delicate patterns that symbolised strength, unity, and our bond.
The piece was both powerful and elegant a reflection of Riley's fiery personality and the grounded strength she brought to my life.
Yet, perfection wasn't simply the ring. It was the atmosphere, the timing, the words the magic of the moment itself. And that required meticulous planning.
Leora, had become my self-appointed general in this venture. She was far better at coordinating the logistical nightmares of arranging enchanted lanterns, rare flowers, and the perfect setting.
