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.

and

II. He loved that woman all his life. I bought this ring to prove I would

realize every word that comes from Frances can make my

become the most

grumble in a flirtatious manner and lean against his shoulder, my heart filled with

away all my displeasure from these

fun in Prague for three days. Then Frances decides it is time

my parents, we

straight back to the company, and I go home in

Louis has returned, and Sabina still locks herself up in

make you so

smiles and says to me as soon as I enter

nod, walk over, and

are sharp, and he notices the ring on my finger at a

Mr. Louis is familiar with

even happier when he

him for a

so tired from the long flight that I fall asleep

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

The phone vibrates.