Daniel had been acting strange for weeks. Lauren noticed it in the way he hesitated mid-sentence, how he disappeared into his office during lunch, how he started reading articles about engagement rings even though he swore he didn’t believe in symbolism.
Carly noticed too. “He’s planning something,” she whispered one night as they folded laundry and watched reality TV. “Maybe he’s proposing. Oh my God, maybe he’s proposing tonight.”
Lauren rolled her eyes, trying to look casual while her heart did jumping jacks. “You think?
