“I still love doing theater,” I say truthfully. “But I do want to do more TV and film now that I’ve left the park. I’m not saying I’d never do theater again, but for now my plans are taking me in a different direction.”
“Any projects we can expect to see you in the future?”
“Yeah, for sure. My sister and I are making a movie together, and I can’t wait to tell you all more about that soon.”
“Amazing! You two look incredible tonight. Thank you so much for talking to us.”
With the last of the interviews done, we finally go look for our friends. Inside the safety of the theater and away from the cameras, I unlatch the clasp of my clutch and fish out my ring from inside.
Winter stops me and grabs the ring from my hand, sliding the oval diamond on my ring finger, his eyes intent on me, beaming with love.
“It was almost worth it,” he says, his voice husky and low.
“What?”
“Agreeing with you that hiding this tonight was the best choice.”
It had been a whole thing. Winter hated the idea of me taking off the engagement ring he’d given me in our most recent trip to Brazil. But I argued that it wouldn’t make sense for me to wear it when the whole point of tonight was making sure the whole focus of the press was on the movie and not the two of us.
“And why was it worth it?” I tease.
“Almost worth it,” he corrects me. “Because I got to put it on your finger again.”
“I can take it off more oft—”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls and kisses my lips, his hand still holding mine, thumb stroking over my ring finger.
