Rings

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TWO MONTHS AFTER Rosalie's abrupt proposal and their relationship was getting better and better.
"Elizabeth, let me buy our rings!"
Rosalie looked at the beautiful diamond on her fiancée's finger. They'd chosen it together.
"No. You can pay for mine, but I'm paying for yours."
Rosalie looked at her own diamond. She couldn't be happier. The smile on her lips had never been so constantly wide.
"Fine. But I'm paying for the wedding rings. No ifs and buts."
"No. We'll surprise each other. You better choose something pretty for me."
Rosalie chuckled. How in the world did she ever get so lucky?
"You better choose something pretty for me too. Though, I'd gladly slip my finger into something else."
Elizabeth blushed and looked around. They were in a jewelry store, after all. Seemingly, no one heard what Rosalie said.
"You're so bad. I'll have to deal with you later."
Rosalie gripped onto Elizabeth's hips and grinned. Elizabeth, I'm so in love with you.
"Why not now, Elizabeth?"
Elizabeth shook her head. She'd never felt so happy in a very long time. Her son was succeeding at college, her ex-wife was being a better parent, even though she hated both Rosalie's and Elizabeth's guts, and she was engaged to the most amazing woman in the world.
"That's Roses."
Someone yelled making Elizabeth chuckle. After the night at the Mavana, a lot of people were recognizing Rosalie. Who said that Kaitlyn was more famous? Rosalie had been asked to do photo shoots for magazines and star in commercials. She refused all of it though. She'd even been offered a recurring role on a TV show. Why would she place herself in a bigger spotlight when she already hated being known?
"Bunny, let's get out of here?"
Rosalie grabbed her wallet from her purse and nodded. Elizabeth's hair was flowing off of her shoulders, and the smile on her lips radiated her mesmerizing beauty. How did Rosalie get so lucky? Rosalie loved Elizabeth's hair. She'd found herself even braiding Elizabeth's hair into different styles. What could she say? She'd always loved a head of red.

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