Rachel
I was almost afraid to go home that night. Rose would have a heart attack when she saw the ring on my finger that had to be at least six carats total. Not that I was complaining—if you were going to set up a fake engagement, this was the best kind. Go big or go home. And Evan didn’t do anything small.
I took a deep breath and mentally prepared myself. I expected excitement, I expected shrieking, but what I wasn’t prepared for was anger.
The moment I closed the door, I marched into her room, intent on getting this over with as soon as possible. There was no point in trying to keep anything from Rose . . . my sister knew me too well.
“Rose?”
She glanced up at me from her spot on the bed. A half dozen fashion magazines were spread out in front of her. “Hey, how was it?”
“Good. I,
