I keep on fiddling with the ring on my finger.
Fiddle, fiddle, fiddle.
Blue sapphire in a cushion cut, 1.5 carats and surrounded with brilliant diamonds. All set in platinum. Most of all, it came in a robin blue box. Tiffany's.
Theo saw my expression; bewildered, puzzled, like a cat whose tongue got caught.
"Don't you like it dear? Your name and mine is on the inside of the ring."
I can only nod. As much as I want to say yes, but something just isn't quite right.
