She laughed. “No, nothing like that. It’s… actually serious.” She perched on the edge of the couch, fidgeting with the hem of her dress. “There’s someone I want you to meet.” I raised an eyebrow. “A boyfriend?” Her cheeks flushed. “Fiancé.” I blinked. “Excuse me?” “I’m engaged,” she said, holding up her left hand, a modest silver ring catching the...