Zoe’s lips almost ached from smiling as she admired the ring on her finger... a white gold band with a small diamond that sparkled every time the light caught it. She didn’t even need to ask Ciel how much it cost; the way it shimmered told her it was worth millions.
“Zoe, you’ve been smiling there for a while now,” Chelsea teased, her gaze landing on the ring. She gave Zoe a mischievous grin. “So, when’s the wedding?”
Zoe adjusted her seatbelt. They were waiting for Ciel, who was still inside the house getting his phone from their bedroom. Her three younger siblings were already seated in the back, preparing for the hour-long trip to church.
“We’re still planning it, Chelsea,” she replied lightly, though in truth, there weren’t any plans yet at all.
She was still in shock from the nigh
