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Later that afternoon, you finally escaped upstairs for ten minutes of peace. You sat in your bedroom surrounded by dress boxes, shoes, jewelry, perfume bottles, and approximately a thousand hairpins. Your engagement ring sparkled on your finger. The band was rose gold, delicate and warm against your fingertips. Emeralds and amethysts curled around it in the shape of a tiny rose, the stones catching the afternoon light streaming through the windows. It was beautiful. Perfect. And in three days Draco would slide it onto your finger.