Gina
The first party in our new house happened before we owned a single piece of furniture for it.
Apparently, that was what happened when you got engaged to Zander Preston and his father discovered the news before you had even finished kissing him.
Within an hour, food appeared. Not ordered food, because Mario considered that an insult when he owned a café and possessed a kitchen. Actual pans, serving trays, wine, paper plates, and enough food to feed thirty people arrived even though there were only six of us.
I stood at the kitchen island staring at my left hand.
The ring still looked ridiculous.
Beautiful.
But ridiculous.
“You’re doing it again.”
I looked up.
Sarah stood across from me with a glass of champagne.
“Doing what?”
“Staring at the ring.”
“I’ve never owned anythi
