Engagement

“Quit it,” her sister snapped, slapping Samantha’s hand from the coffee shop table. “People are staring.”

Samantha scowled and replaced her left hand to its position, flexing the tendons and taking up the same clattering beat with her nails.

“Let them,” she said, smile widening at her dancing, engagement ring.

 

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