The next morning, I meet Sarah at the coffee shop before our 9 AM class.
She squeals when she sees my ring, grabbing my hand and examining it from every angle.
"Oh my God, Dakota! It's gorgeous! When did this happen?"
"Last week. On vacation. He took me to this overlook and proposed at sunset."
"That's so romantic! I'm so happy for you!" She hugs me tight. "You two are perfect together."
"Thanks. I feel really lucky."
We order our coffees and find a table by the window. Sarah is still gushing about the ring when she suddenly stops and looks at me more carefully.
"Are you okay? You seem... I don't know. Different."
I debate for a moment whether to tell her. But Sarah has been a good friend, and I think I need to start being more open about what I'm going through.
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