Phoebe's POV
Winslow shot me a resentful glare as he signed, "I haven't even begun my confession, and you're already shutting me down!"
I reached into my jacket's inner pocket and, right in front of Winslow, slid an enormous diamond ring onto my left ring finger.
"Sorry, but I'm married," I stated matter-of-factly.
Winslow gaped at the sparkling gem, completely speechless for what felt like an eternity.
His silence stretched so long that I began wondering if the ring's radiance had actually blinded him. At last, he managed to ask, "When did this marriage happen? How come I never heard anything about it?"
He'd always believed that as long as I wasn't legally wed to Harold, he still had a shot.
He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that we'd actually gone and gotten married without telling him.
