Theo POV
On my way home, I stop to buy a friendship ring and a bunch of flowers. I was not ready to ask her to be my wife. I was moving too fast, even for me. With all that has been happening since we met, there is more action in my life in that short time than I have had in my whole life. I wanted to give her something to show I was serious. There were so many rings, and I stood staring at them all, hoping one would stand out and say it was right. The lady behind the counter was bringing more and more out to show me, each one lovely, but she did not say Bethany. The more expensive the ring, the more I felt it needed to be the right ring; it became larger and bulkier and not the sort to put on her tiny, dainty fingers; she would have to take it off at work. She was not a person who was wo
