Last weekend we returned to the jewellers where my fiancé bought my engagement ring. The time had come to choose the wedding rings.
Now, we were a bit naive about this process because a) we didn’t have the faintest clue what the rings would cost and b) for some reason we didn’t discuss a budget beforehand. (probably because of 'a')
So we might have looked a bit foolish when we trotted into the jewellers and said to the man (who was called Greg) “We want some wedding rings please. Not too expensive. What can you show us?”
Thankfully Greg didn’t seem to mind that were naeve, skint and rather northern, and he very politely showed us his wares.
It was all going well until he told us the prices. Even though he was showing us his more reasonably priced rings, we still struggled to believe that Paul’s ring would be more expensive than mine – and mine had a teeny tiny diamond in it!
My hubby-to-be went a funny colour when we added it all up. Greg noticed this, and said it was just an estimate, it was probably over, he’d call us tomorrow with the real price and then we could order over the phone if we were happy.
The first place we went after leaving the jewellers? The pub. I have never seen Paul drink a vodka so quickly. In fact i don't remember the last time he drank vodka!
As it turned out, Greg did over-quote, and the actual price wasn’t as scary as we first thought. Phew. So the rings were ordered. And then it was time for me to get excited - I’m getting another diamond!!!
P.S. It it really only two months to go?? Eeeeek!
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