"And city hall," Max finishes.
"And city hall," I confirm. "Let's do this."
"You're sure you don't want me to call a car service?" he asks as we step onto the sidewalk outside his—our—apartment.
"No way, Subway or bust," I tell him.
Unofficially we've been living together since summer. In September I made it official and gave up my bunk bed spot to another girl.
In October Max proposed. A two-carat cushion-cut diamond in a halo setting, which I care about because he picked it out himself, but I'd have said yes to a ring made with a gum wrapper. The part I love about it the most is what's engraved inside the band: Your smile changed my life.
Today I'll slide a ring onto Max's finger with an engraving of my own. Your love changed mine.
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