“Put your hand in the box, go on,” she said. Her hair glistened as my torch light hit; her sapphire eyes turned purple with exasperation.
My hand hesitated while my heart joined the circus, leaping and plummeting about.
“Don’t trust her,” yelled a voice in my head.
I took a deep breath, and plunged my hand in.
It scuttled around and found a scrap of paper. I pulled it out and read it:
Bump off my husband or else.
"Because I want you to marry me,” she replied.
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