Ryan's POV
Before Bryce's attack, Ryan had been wrecking his brains, trying to find a way to get Vivian's ring size without alerting her.
He'd had several plans to pick from when it finally came to the moment where he would ask her to be his wife. He had wanted everything to be perfect, so he had come up with some elaborate ways to pop the question.
But now he had gone and ruined that. Instead of his proposal being a romantic thing with the two of them dressed to the nines, it was the exact opposite.
It was the middle of the night, both of them were in rumpled sleepwear. The TV was playing cartoons on mute. They'd just finished almost breaking up. Ryan was crouched before her, no ring in sight and he had just blurted out that he wanted to marry her.
It was well and truly over for him.
