He was down on one knee with the open box in his hand, looking at me, confused.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“Bobby, it’s me. What do you mean?”

He looked at the shimmering ring in his hand and snapped the box closed as he stood.

“I don’t know what’s going on here, but I don’t know you.”

“Excuse me, dear, where am I?” a woman asked.

Everyone in the room looked scared and confused but me.

What magic is this, what evil?

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