- 2 years ago
The ring has apparently been hiding in his closet for weeks. Around that time, the ring that used to hold the diamond disappeared. I didn’t suspect because of some story about an appraisal. He insisted on packing separate bags for our trip with his friends to the beachfor the weekend and I didn’t suspect.<br /><br />We went for a walk to collect shells on Saturday morning, and I still didn’t suspect, even when he told me to go look at a glob of seaweed a little ways down the beach to tell him what it was. (It was clearly seaweed. I don’t know what made me actually go off and look instead of just insisting that it was seaweed.) When I came back, there were some big clam shells arranged on the sand in front of him and he told me to pick one. I picked the prettiest one and he told me to pick again. I picked the prettiest one again, but he wouldn’t let me have that one and told me to pick again. This is when I started to suspect. The biggest shell had the ring under it! We ran back to where we had walked onto the beach and laid out our stuff. We went in the water but people kept walking too close to my bag with the ring in it and that just wasn’t ok so we got out (also it was very cold) and all of the other people staying the weekend (who knew!!!!) were coming onto the beach with champagne! The sun came out a little while after this so we sat on the beach for a few hours and then we all went to a very conveniently-timed wine and beer festival that evening and ate way too much delicious Italian food.<br /><br />There’s probably more to add but my finger is sparkling and it’s distracting.
Oh, and the ring: