Page 11 of Hell Hath No Fury
I take a look around, noticing the store I need before switching my phone to camera mode and extending my hand.
“Smile,” I warn Yas before taking a quick pic.
“Wha—” Yasmin peeks over my shoulder at the photo and bursts into laughter. “I don’t think I’ll ever get you two.”
The photo shows the two of us, a sign for a jeweler’s clearly hanging in the background.
“Why?” I ask, pressing the send button.
“Why don’t you just do it already?”
“Because this is much more fun?” I suggest and shrug.
Ever since the spring break vacation of my sophomore year, we’ve been teasing each other with photos of different jewelry stores and rings, just for kicks and giggles. It was a fun game we played. Once I even went inside and looked for a male engagement ring. I think that one almost gave Hayden a heart attack.
Hayden: What do you think you’re doing?
The corner of my mouth tips upward as I type back:Shopping.
Hayden: What were you shopping for?
I bite the inside of my cheek.
Me: That’s for me to know and you to find out.
Yasmin, who’s been following the whole conversation over my shoulder, shakes her head. “You two have a twisted sense of fun.”
“Maybe, but the point is, a ring wouldn’t have changed anything. Not how I feel for him, or the fact that we’re still months away from being together. I love him, and he loves me; that’s commitment enough.”
Or maybe you’re just scared he’d say no.
Yasmin takes a sip of her coffee and hums happily. “So you’re saying if he proposed to you today, you’d say no?”
“Hell, no,” I say instantly. “I’d tie that shit down.”
Yasmin looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. And she’s probably right.
What I said earlier is true. A ring wouldn’t change shit, not in the big scheme of things, but that little girl inside me yearns to get her happily ever after. To walk down the aisle in a big, puffy white dress and make a promise to the man I love.
“It’s crazy, I know.” The look she gives me confirms that she agrees with me. “But let’s just roll with it.”
“You’re not going to actually ask him, are you?”
I give another shrug just as Yasmin pushes the door open, and we head out in a snowy late afternoon. “You never know.”
There were just a few freckles of snow dusting the sky when we drove to the mall a couple of hours ago, but since then, there’s been a couple of inches of snow covering the ground and cars in the parking lot.
“What the hell?” I ask, tugging the hood of my jacket over my head.
“They were talking about a possible snow storm coming in.”
“Damn, just what we needed.”
Together we quickly dust the snow off Yasmin’s car before sliding inside. I’m rubbing my hands together before I pull my phone from my pocket.
Me: When are you coming in again? It’s a madhouse outside.
Hayden: About that…
