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Her mouth drops open. She closes it only to shoot me an icy glare.
“You’re joking,” she says dryly.
“Is there a problem?” I question uncomprehending.
“No, but…” She pauses, taking a deep breath. “You want me to buy my engagement ring myself. Most women are receiving romantic proposals with men going down on their knees.”
“I’m not doing that,” I state point-blank.
A muscle ticks in her jaw. “I didn’t expect you to. But I also wasn’t expecting you to hand me a fucking card to shop for my own ring. It’s cold! Do you not have feelings?”
I blink. “What do you want from me, Evans?!”
She fists her red hair while glaring. “God, you’re hopeless.”
“Do you want me to go with you to buy the ring? I can clear my schedule,” I suggest, although I really don’t see what the problem is with my earlier suggestion.
“I don’t want to buy my engagement ring myself!”
“That’s ridiculous, what if I get you something you don’t like? Or something that doesn’t fit?”
“That’s…” she splutters. “Men have been buying their girlfriends rings since, like, the dawn of time. You can’t manage that simple task?”
“You’re not my girlfriend, Daniella.”
“No, I’m not. I’m just a woman my family sold into a life with you!”
With those words, she turns and walks out of the room. I sigh softly, rubbing the back of my neck. That was a totally unnecessary and confusing fight. I wait thirty minutes before deciding to go in search of her. When I finally do so, she’s standing on the porch on the second floor, staring at the clear night sky. I move to stand beside her.
“Do you feel calm now?”
She looks at me for a second. “I might have been a little dramatic,” she admits.
“A little?”
“Shut up. You’re so oblivious to the feelings of the people around you.”
“I’m not oblivious… just practical,” I tell her. “I really can’t buy you a ring on my own, Evans. I wouldn’t know where to start.”
She sighs softly. “I know.”
“I’ll come with you, though. If you’d like.”
“It’s fine. I’ll go with Zoey and Sky. I’m sure they’ll love it.”
I don’t say anything to counter that. We’re quiet for several seconds until she speaks up.
“Why do you want me to get an engagement ring, anyway?” she questions.
“We have a charity event tomorrow night.”
“A charity event? Like a party? I thought you said I couldn’t go to any parties. Honestly, I was beginning to feel like Rapunzel, except she got a tower and I got a fucking mansion.”
“I said you couldn’t go to any parties but I never mentioned what would happen if I went with you. Plus, it’s a societal function, Daniella. Our first appearance together as a couple. It’s been a month, and now that we’re on the same page, we can step out in public together.”
She pauses, her expression thoughtful. “Will it be dangerous?”
I like that she asked that—it shows that on some level, she has some preservation skills. My eyes meet hers while my hand reaches up to her face. Her lip are tinged in red, so much like blood.
