We're getting married

It was the morning of December 25th, 2024. The tree twinkled softly, and wrapping paper lay scattered around the living room. Just one gift remained — the last present to be opened. Skye handed it to Emily, a neatly wrapped box. She unwrapped it, only to find his wallet inside. Confused, she laughed, assuming it meant she was going on a shopping spree. She turned to hand the wallet back to him, but something felt off. As she did, she noticed another smaller package tucked inside. Curious, she unwrapped it — and that’s when everything started to blur. Inside was a small, elegant box with the letters SB embossed on the top. Her hands trembled as she opened it... only to find it was empty. Confusion swept across her face. Before she could speak, Skye smirked nervously and said, “There’s nothing in there? Shit… we messed up somewhere along the lines. Somewhere along the lines, we messed it up.” Then he slowly dropped to one knee. Time seemed to stop. From his pocket, he pulled out the most beautiful ring — though Emily couldn’t even see it through the tears now streaming down her face as she buried her hands into her palms. He looked up at her, his voice trembling with love, and asked, “Will you marry me, baby?” Choking back tears, she murmured through the emotion, “Yes.”