No matter what he was thinking, when Theodore wrapped the strip of dough around her ring finger, Phoebe's heart began to beat uncontrollably. She knew she was happy.

Regardless of the significance of this makeshift ring, it had healed the gloom that had shadowed her for days. Her lips curled into an involuntary smile as she admired the dough-crafted ring on her hand for a while before asking, "What flower is this on top?"

Theodore cocked his head to the side, "Can't you tell?"

Phoebe hummed in response.@@novelbin@@

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