Emily Goes Ring Shopping

Emily was onto her third jewelry store of the morning, and with the pass of each minute, she was getting more and more discouraged. Hanna had already been begging her for an hour to just give it up and pick something, that they were all beautiful, but Emily wasn't going to give up until she found it.

But there was part of Emily that was convinced that she never would.

"Em, come on," Hanna pleaded, "we've looked at so many, they're all starting to blur. There has to be something here that you think she's going to like."

"It's not about liking it, Hanna, I want her to love it," Emily said, bending over the glass case.

"Em," Hanna said, putting her hand on Emily shoulder, "she's so in love with you that she's going to love anything you give her. Stop putting so much pressure on it, or else you'll never find anything you like."

"I know," Emily sighed, running her hands frustratedly through her hair, "I just love her so much, I just want to find 'the ring.' I want to find one that's going to make her jaw drop. I want one that she's going to look at everyday and just realize how in love with her I am. And I'm not going to stop until I find that ring, Han."

"Does this also have anything to do with that guy at Lucky Leon's who keeps flirting with Ali whenever she goes in?" Hanna asked, trying to suppress a laugh.

"No," Emily tried to convince, "yes. Okay, yes, it does. I want everyone to that she's off the market, she's taken for forever and she's mine. And I want a ring that's going to tell everyone, and her, that I'm not going anywhere."

"Okay," Hanna resolved. "Let's look at this case again," she said, pointing to a case by the wall, "I think there were some really nice one's in here."

"No, Hanna, you're right. Maybe I should just give up for today, I'm never going to find it."

And just as Emily finished her sentence, she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. The smile on her face when she saw the caller was right out of a RomCom.

"Hey, you," she said brightly into the phone.

"Hi, beautiful," Ali said, "How's shopping with Hanna?"

"It's going," Emily said, the sound of Alison's voice sending a warming feeling through her.

"Is she dragging you to every store under the sun?" Alison laughed.

"Of course, she is," Emily lied.

"Surprise, surprise," Alison laughed again, "When are you coming home, babe? We miss you."

Just as the words hit Emily's ear, something caught her eye. She quickly waved over the sales associate and had them grab the ring. Emily held it in her fingers, the princess cut diamond was the perfect size, the smaller diamonds that framed the jewel beautiful. But it was the way that the rest of the band had small cutouts in it that had caught Emily's eye. When she turned the ring upside down and looked at the design of the band, did she see it.

"The Eiffel Tower," Emily thought to herself.

The perfect ring.

"Sooner than you think," Emily answered.