When Lily gets engaged, she asks her stepfather for the heirloom ring her late mother promised her — only to find it’s gone. Her stepfather gave it to his daughter instead. But as grief turns to betrayal, one person quietly prepares to set things right: Lily’s sharp, unshakable Grandma Margaret.
Liam was down on one knee in the park.
My heartbeat kicked into overdrive as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny velvet box.
I thought he’d been strangely excited when we arrived here today for a picnic, but I never imagined this was the reason.
I stared at him, taking in the goofy, love-struck grin stretched across his face. Was this it? The moment I’d been waiting for?
“Lily,” he said, his voice a touch shaky, “We’ve been together for six years.
During that time, we’ve overcome every hurdle that life threw at us and come out stronger. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. Will you marry me?”
He opened the box to reveal a simple gold band with a small, solitaire diamond.
“I wanted to propose with your mother’s ring,” he said quickly, “but I couldn’t find it in your jewelry box, so I got this one as a stand-in.”
I didn’t answer right away.
Instead, I just started to cry.
Not those delicate, ladylike tears you see in movies. No, these were full-blown, ugly sobs that shook my entire body.
It was pure, unadulterated joy, a tidal wave crashing over me. But right alongside it, this gaping hole, this raw, aching emptiness where Mom should have been.
“Of course, I’ll marry you,” I said between sobs.
Liam let out a sigh and slipped the ring on my finger.
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