“I’m not going to bash the guy, I know you’re upset,” she said. I could almost see her using a hand to try and placate me, even though there was an ocean between us. “But I was there for your proposal, remember?”
My cheeks flushed. “Oh, hell.”
“Uh-huh. I stayed to help you clean up after hosting a dinner party for our friends, and he just sort of brought it up in conversation. It was like a polite suggestion. He didn’t even have a ring for you!”
I scowled. “Yeah, so I could pick it out myself and get what I liked.”
I didn’t even do that anyway. Ben liked a small, modest diamond, and asking for anything else felt unappreciative. I wasn’t really a diamond type of girl.
“I haven’t spoken to him since,” I said, a few moments later.
“Well, good.”
“Good?”
“Yes! Good! And if you try to ca
