Richard

“Just so we’re clear, I hate this ring,” Maya says scrutinizing the glittering diamond ring on her finger.

“Why?” I ask trying not to laugh.

“It’s too showy. I prefer understated things,” she informs me.

That’s great information to have.

“Got it, babe,” I tell her before getting down from the car.

I move to her side and open the car door. She takes my hand and steps out. She’s dressed gorgeously today. A long strapless red dress that hugs her frame all the way to her waist before flaring just a little to let the fabric flow to the ground.

“Why do I feel like this night could end in a disaster?” she questions.

“Because it probably will,” I grumble.

I hand the keys to the valet before leading my fiancée to the elaborate party. It has been a week since we got fake engaged and this is…