"Can we just get going already?" Hames groaned, adjusting his tie. "I'll be late for work."
"I know, but I can't find my wedding ring." I said, raising a pillow from the bed.
"You can look for it later. Right now, we have to leave early so I don't miss my meeting."
"If you're really so eager to go for your dumb meeting, you can leave. I'll find my ring then go with Faith."
"It's just a ring, I'll buy you a new one." He rolled his eyes.
"Just a ring," I scoffed. "I can't believe you're giving such low importance to our wedding ring, the symbol of our wedding vows. I'll buy another one? That's insane, how will it be the same as the original wedding ring?" I continued lifting the pillows from the bed, throwing them across the room.
"Ouch, Imogen." He complained angrily, gaining my attention. "What's it with you? You just threw that pillow at me." He grumbled.
"Well, I'm sorry, okay?" I started checking the bedside table again.