“Fate,” I said, shrugging. Because there was nothing else I could have called it.
I’d never seen a ring like it in my life before.
And what were the chances of me coming across the exact replica of the one she’d once wanted so badly just at the right time?
It seemed a hell of a lot like a grand design to me.
“Fate,” she agreed as the first tear slid down her cheek. “Yes,” she said, nodding. “Yes, it was fate. And just… yes. A thousand times yes.”
I slipped the ring on her finger before sealing my lips over hers.
Only to move back when she, unexpectedly, let out a laugh.
“What?” I asked, smiling when she struggled to compose her face.
“It’s just… I’m really, really glad you went to prison,” she said, smiling.
“I never thought I would say this, love, but so am I.”