Mike turns to Karen on the shore of a northern lake, the sun setting behind the hoary pines in the background. A gentle breeze blows through the leaves, already starting to trade their verdant hues for more colorful ones. As he kneels before her, the Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft The One Engagement Ring from the bosom of the water, signifying by Divine Providence, that Karen was to marry Mike.The reality is so boring that I will not bore you with it. Suffice it to say that the proposal occured in Fargo. Not having the foggiest clue what Karen would want in a ring, one was not purchased prior to the occasion. And the Lady of the Lake is not to be found in Fargo, apparently. However, after nearly a week of shopping, and nearly a week of waiting, Karen now wears The One Engagement Ring.
Ring shown actual size.
