(1) Chapter Ten Mike twisted his fingers throu gh mine and walked with that permanent grin etched onto his lips as we strolled through the shopping mall. When we passed a tall shop window, with the evening sun behind us, I caught our reflection in the glass; we looked so right together, like we were actually one puzzle—split in two. Even though my head only j ust came up to his chin and my hands looked like a child’s inside of his, we still looked perfect. He ran his thumb over my ruby ring for the hundr edth time, and I wrapped my ot her hand over his forearm to get clos er. The smile I wore, though, was forced. Although I was happy about the engagement, I couldn’t help but to f eel like, somehow, I’d lost some thing I could never get back. “What’re you thinkin’ about, pretty girl?” Mike asked, squeezing my hand. “Um,” I stalled, “I was just thinking...that...your tux is going to look really great next to my dress.” “Yeah. Good call bringing a colour swatch to match up the tie.”
