Status Updates From The Fairkind

Before I can even speak, Mike kneels on one knee before me, another gesture I’m not familiar with. He reaches into his pocket and presents me with a small box. He opens it toward me, and I gasp. A skillfully cut diamond twinkles against the black velvet that cushions it. He clears his throat. “Jane—of the Fairkind—will you marry me?”

juro que no puedo 😭

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Mike comes over

that's enough