In My Desperate Time

In the crowded Prague Square, Frances and I are lost in our amorous kiss.
This kiss is sweet and fresh as ever many years later.
After the fierce kiss, Frances pulls me into the carriage, and we wander around the square.
I still stare at the ring on my finger and can't look away.
"Frances, where did you get this?"
I ask again.
My perseverance prevails and Frances explains to me, "I bought this ring at the auction that day."
An auction?
I remember Frances came back in a good mood then. It turns out it was because he obtained this ring.
It is safe to assume that he has been planning on proposing to me since then.
No wonder he has been acting so mysteriously these days. It has been about the upcoming proposal arranged in secret.
I am so touched by him.
I smile and he continues.
"This ring was given to his favorite concubine by Ramses II. He loved that woman all his life. I bought this ring to prove I would
love you for the rest of my life."
I come to realize every word that comes from Frances can make my heart race.
When he says them, the clichés become the most touching words of affection.
"Gross," I grumble in a flirtatious manner and lean against his shoulder, my heart filled with happiness.
Frances' proposal drives away all my displeasure from these past few days.
We have fun in Prague for three days. Then Frances decides it is time to go home because a project in his company needs his
attention.

After bidding farewell to my parents, we get on the plane to return.
Frances goes straight back to the company, and I go home in a car.
Old Mr. Louis has returned, and Sabina still locks herself up in her room.
"The trip seems to make you so much happier."
Old Mr. Louis smiles and says to me as soon as I enter the room.
I nod, walk over, and sit beside him.
His eyes are sharp, and he notices the ring on my finger at a glance.
"That brat is considerate. He actually bought this particular ring for you." Old Mr. Louis is familiar with antiques, so he naturally
knows what I am wearing.
I feel even happier when he says that.
After chatting with him for a while, I go upstairs.
I am so tired from the long flight that I fall asleep in bed after taking a shower.
When I wake up, I take my phone to check the time. It is already five o'clock in the afternoon. Frances should be back soon. I get
up from bed and intend to go downstairs to cook.
The phone vibrates.
It's a text from Steven.
There is one simple sentence in it.
"My wedding is on the 1st of next month. Will you come?"
Finally, Steven is getting married.
I have a hot temper, but I forgive pretty quickly. It has been so long, and in fact, I don't blame him anymore.
However, if I am to go to his wedding, would it be strange? Moreover, would Frances be angry?

I don't know how to reply, so I simply put down the phone and go down to cook.
As soon as the meal is ready, Frances comes back.
After dinner, I go back to my room and tell him about Steven's text message in the afternoon.
"Tell me. Do you want me to go or not?"
As I speak, I observe his expression.
This man is petty, so I must get a clear answer from him.
Frances nods and says with certainty, "Yes. Why not?"