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 loved that woman all his life. I

to realize every word that comes from

clichés become the most

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

proposal drives away all my displeasure from these past

fun in Prague for three days. Then Frances decides it is time to go home because a

we get on the plane

back to the company, and I go home in a

Louis has returned, and Sabina still locks herself up

seems to make you so much

me as soon as

over, and sit

he notices the ring on

Old Mr. Louis is familiar with antiques, so

happier

chatting with him for a while,

the long flight that I fall asleep in bed after taking

o'clock in the afternoon. Frances

The phone vibrates.