She pried open the hinged lid of the box。 There； sitting on a bed of blue satin； was a white gold ring。 It was circled by tiny pink sapphires that captured the light。
“Is this…” Blair began； her fingers trembling。
“It’s not an engagement ring；” Pete explained hurriedly； reading the shocked expression on Blair’s face。 “At least not yet。 But I do want you to e on Carlson vacations。 I feel like this sort of answers my dad’s ‘no ring； no bring’ rule； don’t you？” he asked with an adorably lopsided smile。
Around them； tourists craned their necks to see what was going on。 One paunchy man had even pulled out his camera phone and