"You have to sit down at one point during the engagement," she said.
"I will," he stated. Her parents came rushing in, followed by her brother.
"Everyone ready?" her mom asked. She nodded and Sean did the same. Her dad grabbed the tray of taquitos and handed it to her brother and they all made it to the door. She said bye to her dog and made their way to the car. She opened the door for herself and entered the car, he got into the driver's seat. She texted her mom to send the address of the banquet hall and she put it in the GPS. They started their one-hour-long drive to the banquet hall.
"Let me see it," he ordered. She looked at him offended, then around the car.
"The ring..." he explained. She nodded and looked down at her left hand and still couldn't believe there was a ring on it. She let out her hand and rested her elbow on the armrest in between them. He took it, softly, and examined it for a few seconds.
"I hate it..." he started. She gasped but agreed with him.
"It's not you, it doesn't say, love, it says...money," he stated.
"And what would say love?" she asked.
"Something real, something true to you, personable," he explained.
"And what is what we're doing so real? It's a physical statement on what we're doing...a lie, a phony ring...a fake phony shit lie that I can't deal with," she said.
"What? You think I wanted to be engaged to you. Trust me if I wanted you, you would know," he stated. She retracted her hand and rested it back on her lap.
"The feeling is mutual," she said. She looked away from him, but his reflection was seen in the window. His expression didn't change.
"And how would you know what a ring that looks like me looks like?" she argued.
"A ring that was personable like you would be something I don't know...you," he trailed off.
"Well, it would be my birthstone and the person I marry birthstone, whatever it may be in a kind of like yin and yang formation, with diamonds surrounding both of us, cause our life would feel like riches are surrounding us because of how fortunate and loving we are towards each other," she explained.
"That is...actually...really you," he said.
"Yeah, I know," she huffed.
When we neared the banquet hall he started to speak.
"So when we enter do we hold hands or something?" he asked.
"I don't know...no, I haven't seen any of my family members do it," she said.
"And why is that?" he asked. His hand on his chin, his first finger resting on the tip of his chin in a contemplative look.
"I don't know...maybe because none of them are actually in love with their partner," she explained.
"But you wanted me because it's a love marriage, right?" he asked.
"Do you want to hold my hand?" she asked, turning to him.
"I mean...if it sells the narrative...I promised never to steal from you again. I want to respect you in any possible way I can," he explained.
"What if I don't want you to respect me?" she asked before she could even think of what her mind came up with. She slapped her hand against her mouth in shock at her own question. He chuckled.
"This is fake, right?" he asked.
"Right?" she asked back. She rested her hand on the armrest and she felt his hand near hers. Her hand inched for his, craving his warm embrace. Their pinkies touched.
"Right," he said.
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The BodyGuard
RomantizmYour mother decided to run for US Senate, but she has secret documents that other governments want, to protect you and your family you get a bodyguard. Against your will and want you start to like him...but what would it mean to your mother and to y...
