In My Desperate Time

In the crowded Prague Square, Frances and I are lost in our amorous kiss.

This kiss is sweet and fresh as ever many years later.

After the fierce kiss, Frances pulls me into the carriage, and we wander around the square.

I still stare at the ring on my finger and can't look away.

"Frances, where did you get this?"

I ask again.

My perseverance prevails and Frances explains to me, "I bought this ring at the auction that day."

An auction?

I remember Frances came back in a good mood then. It turns out it was because he obtained this ring.

It is safe to assume that he has been planning on proposing to me since then.

No wonder he has been acting so mysteriously these days. It has been about the upcoming proposal arranged in secret.

I am so touched by him.

smile and he

ring was given to his favorite concubine by Ramses II. He loved that woman all his life.

to realize every word that comes from Frances

them, the clichés become the

lean against his

away all my

three days. Then Frances decides it is time to go home because

we get on the plane

straight back to the company, and I go home

returned, and Sabina still locks

seems to make you

to me as soon as I

walk over, and

he notices the

Mr. Louis is familiar with antiques, so he naturally knows what I

even happier when

for

long flight that I fall asleep

to check the time. It is already five o'clock in the afternoon. Frances should be back soon.

The phone vibrates.