That was the day Oliver decided he was going to learn how to cook. “If I could marry a sandwich, I would totally put a ring on this one.” In the cupboard behind the slow cooker the neighbors had given them as a housewarming gift. Oliver had stared at the gorgeous piece of jewelry for at least an hour before hiding it in the one place Felicity would never dare to look. His sister had gone to the bank the very next day to get the ring from the vault and sent it over to Ivy Town by courier, the delivery scheduled carefully so Felicity would be busy with her conference call with Palmer Tech. Besides, nothing says welcome to the family like a priceless family heirloom. ![]() Thea had reminded him that it would make the late Moira Queen really happy. He’d been dubious, wanting to give Felicity something that was specially made for her, with no baggage or past hanging from its dainty silver or the giant ten carat diamond. His sister had been ecstatic, over the moon that her brother had finally found happiness in such a cruel world and immediately suggested that he use their mother’s ring. He’d told Thea about his proposal plans a little over a month ago. She moaned so loudly an elderly couple a couple tables over looked up in horror. It didn’t seem to matter anymore as Felicity violently attacked the club sandwich the waiter had just put in front of her. ![]() He didn’t care that it wasn’t planned to perfection or maybe not the most romantic way to ask someone to spend the rest of their life with you, but he didn’t care. He was about to ask her right in that moment.
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