ring, with its five precious little diamonds, caught and reflected the sun just beginning to break through the thick, black clouds overhead. The rays of light reminded her of how Dylan's eyes had shone the previous night, his irises sparkling when he'd knelt before her to slip the ring on her finger, asking her to marry him with so much southern charm she'd grown weak. Then he'd sung to her, 'You do something to me', his voice deep and enchanting, causing a wave of warmth to wash over her and settle in her stomach before rolling down to pool at the juncture of her thighs. The emotional weight of his mother's ring on her hand felt tremendous, giving her tremors of sadness, pangs of regret and waves of undying love. Carolina could feel his mother's wondrous presence surrounding her now and could smell the earthiness of his father. The ring on her finger grew warmer, giving her a tiny electrical jolt when the driver in the vehicle behind hers beeped the horn, urging her