Leonie examines the tag. The script is elegant but masculine, and the words almost take her breath away: “If you fall in love with me, I will be with you for life.”
Her heart pounds as she opens the box, and it almost stops when she sees the pink diamond ring. The huge stone has been cut and set perfectly—every angle gleams and refracts dazzling pink light. Leonie can only imagine how much a large, rare diamond like that costs.
Jealousy rises in the pit of her stomach. The thought that Lance wants to give such a gorgeous and valuable ring to another woman makes her want to scream. She can’t bear the thought of the perfect ring on another woman’s finger—even if that woman is her own sister.
Before she can stop herself, she slides it onto the ring finger of her left hand. She can dozen
