Chapter 52

Two hours had passed before Sandra felt comfortable enough to think about the world around her. She had eaten her lunch in a daze, while Creighton ordered champagne to be shared with the restaurant’s customers and staff. She barely noticed the people who congratulated them, offering them their wishes for the future, or the way those nearest them hugged her and patted Creighton on the back.

Once their lunch was eaten, Creighton walked her to the car and kissed her briefly before closing the door behind her. He climbed into the driver’s seat and easily pulled the car out onto the street. She sat staring at the ring, amazed at how beautiful it was and rather old fashioned in design. It fit like a glove and she couldn’t help but smile happily.

“Do you like it?” he asked her from across the seat. Sandra looked up to him feeling slightly giddy.

“It’s so beautiful,” she whispered, leaning her head against his shoulder. “But don’t you think we’re rushing things a bit?”

“No, I don’t. My paren