I’m still standing there, staring at the ring. It’s dainty and gold, with a small medium blue stone set in a tension setting. I’ve never once looked at engagement style rings, but somehow it’s absolutely perfect.
“It’s beautiful.” I whisper.
“It’s a sapphire,” Elijah whispers back, his lips close to my forehead.
“Thank you, I love it,” I say, looking up at him.
“You know, there’s one more thing.” I’m shocked, and I look up to meet his eyes, pulling my head away from his. I instinctively shake my head, not believing there could be anything else, nothing could be added to this beautiful moment.
“You know my grandmother wasn’t from the U.S., right?” This is not what I expected him to say, and I take a second to process the question.
“Of course,” I nod after a brief pause. He told me all
