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

that woman all his life. I bought this ring to prove I would love you for the

realize every word that comes from

the clichés become the most touching words of

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

my displeasure from these

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

we get on the plane

the company,

has returned, and Sabina still locks herself up in her

make you

Louis smiles and says to me as soon as

over, and

sharp, and he notices the ring

ring for you." Old Mr. Louis is familiar with antiques, so he naturally knows what I

happier

chatting with him for a

tired from the long flight that I fall asleep in bed after

take my phone to check the time. It is already five o'clock in the afternoon. Frances should be back soon. I get up

The phone vibrates.