Isabelle shut the refrigerator door and turned to Jacob, a confused look on her face. Lifting her hand, she gave a look at the ring on her finger, and then looked at Jacob’s stoic face. “What are you talking about?” she asked.
She understood that the ring looked a bit different after she had it cleaned and polished, but did it look so different that he wouldn't be able to recognise it? She was about to tell him about the maintenance service when he reached for her hand.
Jacob took her hand in his and took off the ring from her finger. Turning the band of the ring, he showed her the inside of the metallic surface. “The ring I gave you had my mother’s initials,” he told her, pinning her with a glare. “This one has none.”
Isabelle frowned and took a look. It was true, there was no engravin
