Аннотация
1
Perspective. I need to get perspective. It’s not an earthquake or a crazed gunman or a
nuclear meltdown, is it? On the scale of disasters, this is not huge. Not huge. One day I expect
I’ll look back at this moment and laugh and think, Ha-ha, how silly I was to worry—
Stop, Poppy. Don’t even try. I’m not laughing—in fact, I feel sick. I’m walking blindly
around the hotel ballroom, my heart thudding, looking fruitlessly on the patterned blue carpet,
behind gilt chairs, under discarded paper napkins, in places where it couldn’t possibly be.
I’ve lost it. The only thing in the world I wasn’t supposed to lose. My engagement ring.
To say this is a special ring is an understatement. It’s been in Magnus’s family for three
generations. It’s this stunning emerald with two diamonds, and Magnus had to get it out of a
special bank vault before he proposed. I’ve worn it safely every day for three whole...
Отзывы