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

his life. I bought this ring to

word that comes

he says them, the clichés become the most touching

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

proposal drives away all my displeasure from these past few

three days. Then Frances decides it is

to my parents, we get on the plane

straight back to the company, and I go home in a

and Sabina still locks herself up in

trip seems to make you so much

me as soon as I

nod, walk over, and sit beside

the ring

this particular ring for you." Old Mr. Louis is familiar with

feel even happier when he

chatting with him for

long flight that I

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

The phone vibrates.