There are a lot of things worse than being slightly
engaged…being entirely broke, completely
alone
and wholly perplexed.
It's been a year and a
half since Tracey and Jack moved in together, and
everything's totally perfect — well, okay,
almost perfect. There's still Tracey's mom, who says
they're "living in sin," and her friends, who are all smug,
married and totally sure that there would already be a ring
on Tracey's finger if she hadn't been in such a rush to
cosign a lease. Even Tracey is beginning to wonder whether
Jack really is looking for a permanent relationship, or
whether she's just renting space in his heart.
But
just when Tracey's doubts are seriously raging out of
control, Jack's mom lets her in on a secret — he's
just
taken an heirloom diamond out of the family's safe-deposit
box, which must mean that he's going to propose any day
now.