Caroline studied her hand. The ring, made from two parallel loops of gold wire, had a pattern of random scrolling lines and a pink pearl. It must have taken an impossibly tiny tool to make such intricate loops. “Oh, it’s so pretty, Victor. Why on earth would you say it’s not a real engagement ring?”
“It’s not a diamond,” he said, as though that explained everything.
“So? Don’t have such a one-track mind. You’re not an engineer yet. Are we really engaged?”
“Yes.”
“Then it’s a real engagement ring. Diamonds are kind of obvious, don’t you think? This is better. I mean, your mother made it. She doesn’t even believe in marriage, but she made this for us. That’s incredibly special.”
One side of his mouth turned up in a grin. “Yeah. When I asked her to make it, she told me she’d never looked
