Page 145 of Over Her Dead Body

She lifts her left hand.

The ring is new.

My brain rejects that for exactly long enough to make me look at it twice.

“We’re engaged!”

I look from the diamond to her face.

She is delighted.

“Wow.”

“I know.”

“When did this happen?”

“Yesterday.”

Yesterday, someone was putting bamboo under my fingernails.

Sarah got a diamond.

“And they always say ultimatums don’t work.”

I almost laugh.

Owen had wanted a chance.

That is what I thought.

Maybe what he wanted was more time.

More room.

Something that was not the question Sarah had apparently been asking.

Until it was.

And now he is engaged.

“Congratulations,” I say.

“Thank you.”

She hugs me before I can stop her.

I stand there with one arm around her because the other hurts too much.

“I honestly didn’t think he was ever going to do it.”

Neither did I. And it has nothing to do with the fact that they break up every two point five seconds.

“Oh my God, you can be in the wedding!”

I ease out of her arms.

“You can stand on Owen’s side if mine gets too crowded.”