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“Nadia, these diamonds are for you!” Frankie exclaimed when he read my name on the card. “Can I try them on? Just to make sure they’re not too heavy. I wouldn’t want you to strain your neck or stretch out your earlobes. Nothing worse than saggy earlobes.” His voice trailed as he absconded with the diamonds to find a mirror.
I held the card, twiddling it in my fingers until I couldn’t stand it any longer . . . all of sixty seconds. Slipping the card from the open envelope, I read Ian’s flowing script.
Dear Nadia,
This set is to replace the plastic ring. Please forgive me. I’ll never forget your eyes that morning when I called you my sweet wife. They were as wide and as horrified as a kid who walked in on their parents naked in bed. You will make a very sweet wife someday, but we both
