-Frank Ocean After soaking in a relaxing bubble bath for twenty minutes, Karma wrapped herself inside the fluffy terry robe Mark had loaned her and vacated the master bath so he could take a shower. While he did, she brushed out her hair and tied it back in a ponytail then knelt beside her bag, which sat next to his duffel on the bedroom floor, and fished out a pair of flannel pajama pants and a T-shirt. She stood, slipped out of the robe, pulled on the T-shirt, and began to put on the pants when something sparkly caught her attention from inside Mark’s bag. She frowned and peered inside as she cinched the drawstring around her waist and tied it in a bow. Then she bent down for a closer look. Were those diamonds? She gasped and reached inside his bag to pull out a necklace that looked like it had cost a fortune. So many diamonds. Then the velvet box caught her eye, and she took it out of the bag and opened it. Oh my. Was that an engagement ring? And were those wedding bands? They were.
