Luca's mouth twitched slightly. He slid one hand carefully into his pocket. "I had my mother do a little shopping for me," he said. He pulled out a small ring box. Luca held the box in his palm. "There was a time," he said, "I didn't think this would be possible with you. But I guess everything happened to get us here."
"What is it this time?" she asked, lifting a brow. "A pregnancy-tracking belly ring?"
Luca actually laughed. "If there was such a thing," he said, "I would be buying it without a second thought. But no…"
And then he opened the box. The humour vanished from Veronica's face. Her eyes snapped to his.
"What…" she breathed. "What is this?"
The question was ridiculous, of course. She knew exactly what it was. But the truth of it was so much bigger than the object itself that her mind seemed to reject it on impact.
"What are you doing?"
"I should probably be on one knee," he said. "But I'm sorry. This is the best I can do."
"Luca…You're still married."
