Chapter 41
Anne sat in the chilly white waiting room, staring at the ring finger on her left hand. Nothing was there, not yet. Even with a marriage so well-known and remembered to her, six months wasn’t quite enough time for that. She knew exactly how her hand was going to look, though.
Evan was going to search his beloved antique shops for weeks, all the way into Chicago, until he found a ring with four matching stones the exact color of Anne’s eyes. She didn’t have to say a word to him about not wanting a diamond like he’d given Michelle, and she loved him all the more for that.
He would be trembling and nervous, and he would admit later that he’d been scared she wouldn’t want a ring from him at all after what had happened. Anne would tell him the truth: that she’d been dreaming of a
