Celeste was grateful Brad didn’t argue, and he didn’t try to help de-sand her. He drove her home and walked her up to the front door. “Sorry everything sort of fell apart,” he said.
She’d never had a worse date than this one, fake or not, and all she could do was look at him.
He dug in his pocket. “Did you want the ring?” He held it out to her, and she dropped her eyes to it. The gold band was thick, and it housed a diamond easily as big as her knuckle. The cut and setting might not be what she would’ve picked for herself, but as far as wedding rings went, it was great.
She took it and slid it on her own finger, and though their engagement wasn’t real, Celeste couldn’t help thinking this was the worst proposal in the history of weddings. And she planned them for a living.
Humiliation d
