A laugh escaped my lips.
I was engaged.
I got out of bed, made myself a cup of coffee, and called my mother before I could change my mind about how early it was.
She answered after the third ring.
“Nadya? Is everything all right?”
“Mom, sit down.”
There was a brief silence.
“Why? What happened?”
“Nothing bad!” I laughed. “Actually, something wonderful happened.”
I heard her shift in her chair.
“Tell me.”
I held my hand in front of me, admiring the ring again.
“Daniel proposed last night.”
For a second, my mother said nothing.
Then she let out a delighted scream that made me pull the phone away from my ear.
“Oh, my goodness! My daughter is getting married!”
I burst out laughing.
“Mom, please. The neighbors will think something terrible happened.”
“Let them think whatever they want! Tell me everything. How did he do it? What did he say? Did you cry?”
