My head was still throbbing when I looked at the curious group of women standing in front of me. Their eyes were bright with gossip, their voices overlapping as they stared at my hand like it held the secret of the universe. For a few seconds, I honestly considered denying everything again.
But the identical ring was right there.
After mulling it over, I had no choice but to say something.
"Well," I began slowly, forcing a light smile, "I guess I have to confess now. Actually, I'm Finnick's wife. That's why we have the same wedding rings."
The room went completely silent.
No one even blinked.
Then, as if someone had pressed a button, everyone burst into loud laughter.
"Haha! Vivian, you're so funny! You actually said that you're Finnick's wife!"
I laughed along with them, clutching my stomach as if I had just made the best joke of the year. Inside, though, I felt a wave of relief wash over me.
Of course.
