Chapter 115: Moving on

Imela’s POV

My phone rang, and as I picked it up, I saw Ingrid as the caller. I smiled and answered, “Hello, Ingrid.”

“Hello, Imela.”

“How are you?” I asked, picking up my diary from the nightstand drawer and sliding it into my bag.

“I’m great. I figured you would return from your honeymoon today and wanted to call and say congratulations to you once again.” She said.

My smile remained, and I didn’t try to tell her that we had been back for a while, as our plans had been cut short because of the tragedy that befell Vivian. If she didn't see it on the news, there was no reason to bring it up.

“Thank you, Ingrid, and how is Fermín?” I asked, carrying on the conversation.

She stayed silent, and that didn't seem good. “That’s why I called.”

My heart slowed, thinking of the worst that could have happened. “Okay, what's wrong?”

“He asked me to marry him,” she said quietly.

My eyes widened, and I covered my mouth. This was better than I expected. “What did you say?”

“I said yes this morning,