She opened the box, her heart quickening as she admired the enhanced garnet, the tangible proof of his love. She was not alien to gifts, but this of course had special meaning. When she chose to wear it, it would not be a feeling of possession she felt, but of possibility.
Franklin was also her chosen one. . .she could now be free, no longer be objurgated by her father. Marie had waited for the dissolution of commitment as his obsession, not as a loving father, but as a receptacle for his outrage on the world.
The only doubts she had were if she could revert to a loving, giving partner with Franklin after the influence of her father’s abuse.
Marie placed the ring on her finger, looking at Franklin, mustered her most loving expression and said yes.