Ryan flipped the lid back with his thumb.

The two antique gold grandmother rings sat side by side on the white satin cushion.

The thick gold bands caught the bright midday sun.

“These belong in a hotel safe,” Ryan said.

“I need you to hold on to them until Saturday,” I said.

Ryan gave a short nod and picked up the small box.

He turned it over in his hand, feeling the worn velvet.

“You already have the custom rings from the jeweler,” he said.