She barely had time to close the door behind her before a familiar voice cut through the silence.
“So,” Lana said, leaning casually against the arm of the couch, arms crossed and a knowing grin on her face, “how did it go with Mr. Iceberg?”
Lena dropped her keys on the small table a bit too loudly and kicked off her shoes, rolling her eyes at her sister’s teasing tone. “Very mature, Lana,” she muttered, already heading toward the couch.
But before she could say anything else, Lana’s grin vanished.
“This is a new dress? But… wait a second… before the dress… what is that?” her sister suddenly asked, eyes widening as she pointed straight at Lena’s hand.
Lena froze.
She followed Lana’s gaze down to her left hand, to the ring that still felt unreal on her finger. The diamond caught the li
