I wasn’t sure what to do. Should I walk up to her desk and demand to know what was going on? Or should I just let it go, pretend I never found the note, and continue as if nothing had changed? The second option seemed easier, but I couldn’t get the words out of my head.
Even now, I look at the ring—which is still beautiful despite the hidden message—and I can’t stop wondering about the truth. Was it her way of dealing with some secret dislike? Or could it have been a mistake, a ring she bought from someone else without knowing about the message inside? The questions remain, leaving me both confused and unsettled. It’s strange how sometimes the people we believe we know best can turn out to be strangers in ways we never imagined.
