They were enjoying pizza at Slice of Life downtown before catching a comedy show at City Stage. “You couldn’t have picked a better one,” Christopher said. “Bailey is the bomb.” “Oh, I know it,” Reece replied. Camden nodded. “When are you doing it?” “Her birthday,” Reece said. He closed the little black box, hiding the one-carat princess cut from view. Thank God he asked Erica to accompany him to the jeweler. He would have gotten it all wrong, leaning toward a pear-shaped diamond wrapped in a yellow gold band. “What the fuck, Reece?” Erica snapped. “It’s hideous!” Kirk, the salesperson, stiffened. “Who the hell suggested this?” she went on. Reece glanced at Kirk. “Umm . . .” “How about I show you some others?”
