ITALY, ROME
10:08 PM
We are standing in front of a luxurious villa. I’m about to knock on the door when Alexander grabs my hand. I turn to him.
"What’s going on?"
"You’re missing something."
I look at him in confusion as he rummages through the inside pocket of his jacket. He takes out a small red box and opens it. When I see the ring, I tense up, but my eyes stay fixed on it.
"What the hell is this?"
"What kind of husband would I be if my wife didn’t have a ring on her finger?"
I look at the ring for a few seconds. It holds no symbolic meaning, but it’s stunning.
"Our cover needs to be flawless."
Of course.
Focused on his gesture, my hand in his, he slips the ring onto one of my fingers. This is probably the first and last time a man puts a ring on my finger.
"We’re ready, Mrs
