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"Get s into the basket, searching for the non-existent candied pineapple

It's a ruse to get her searching through the bottom of the basket, where I’ve deftly hidden the brilliant five-carat dia

"I don't see any candied pineapple," she says, sounding slightly frustrated

"Keep digging I think there's a red box of it"

She searches,Then she finds the small red box

"Here it is," she says, and frowns "It's awfully small"

When she sees the inscription, she realizes what it is

"Cartier?" she asks, glancing up at me "What's this?"

"Open it," I say, barely able to hold back a grin

She does and, of course, inside is the ring It's a simple solitaire, five carats, flawless

"Jon!"