You’d been planning to propose. Not yet though. Maybe in a few months, maybe on vacation. But the velvet box was hidden in the bottom of your travel bag and you were careful… except you forgot it was still there when Emily asked to borrow your charger.

The moment she found it, the air shifted. She didn’t say anything at first. She just looked at you like she didn’t know whether to cry or run.

Then she held the box up, her voice barely audible.

"Is this what I think it is? Or is this some cruel joke?"