He had intended to propose that night. He had hidden the ring inside the gold-foiled interior of the No. 1 pack, thinking it a clever, blue-blooded surprise. But the wind had been high, and a sudden lurch of the ferry had sent the open pack skittering across the deck. Before he could grab it, the blue box—and the diamond within—had vanished into the churning, sapphire waves.

"It’s the color of the deep water," she had told him, pointing at the wake of the ship. "Strong, reliable, and a little bit sad."

"Another pack of the usual, Selim Abi?" the shopkeeper asked, reaching for a modern brand with its grim health warnings.

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He had intended to propose that night. He had hidden the ring inside the gold-foiled interior of the No. 1 pack, thinking it a clever, blue-blooded surprise. But the wind had been high, and a sudden lurch of the ferry had sent the open pack skittering across the deck. Before he could grab it, the blue box—and the diamond within—had vanished into the churning, sapphire waves.

"It’s the color of the deep water," she had told him, pointing at the wake of the ship. "Strong, reliable, and a little bit sad." No 1В Tekel Mavisi

"Another pack of the usual, Selim Abi?" the shopkeeper asked, reaching for a modern brand with its grim health warnings. He had intended to propose that night