Lexi's POV
The next morning, I sat in my apartment kitchen, staring at the engagement ring on my finger as I waited for Mia to arrive. I’d called her earlier this morning, excited to show her my engagement ring.
The diamond caught the sunlight streaming through my window, casting tiny rainbows across the white walls. It was beautiful. Perfect. Everything I'd ever dreamed of.
So why did I feel like I was drowning? I thought. Why did I feel like I was doing the wrong thing?
The doorbell rang, and I practically ran to open it. Mia stood there with two cups of coffee and a box of donuts, her face already set in that expression I knew meant she was about to give me a lecture.
"Okay, spill," she said, pushing past me into the apartment. "I got your text at six in the morning. Since when do
