““I'm fine with marrying Tove." "You're 'fine' with marrying him?" Willa laughed and looped her arm through Matt's. "How romantic." "You should've seen the proposal," I said. "Where is the ring,by the way?" Willa asked, looking at my hands. "Is it getting sized?" "I don't know." I held my hands out to look at them,as if I expected a ring to magically appear. "He didn't give me one." "That's horrible!””
