“He asked you to marry him?”
“Yes!!!”
“How come, you don't even have a ring!” Claire was horrified.
“He's going to give me the ring later.”
“Did he tell you that?”
“He didn't.”
“But he asked you to marry him? You're lying.”
Lori's face dropped. “Claire, I thought you'd be the happiest for me.”
“Of—of course. I'm happy for you.”
She lit up again. “Good then! We should celebrate.”
“Should we have wine?” Lara asked.
“Wine's a very good idea.”
“Let's go to my house,” Lara offered. “I have good wine at home.”
“Even better.”
Claire forced a smile, but inside, she felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. Luther proposed? Just like that? It didn’t make sense.
But why did she even care? Whatever Luther did shouldn't bother her.
Lori grabbed Claire’s hands, squeezing them
