Empty of the Treasure, by Lisa Beavers
Please welcome back for the SECOND time, my dear friend, Lisa Beavers! *** It was Valentine’s weekend. It was also the same month that marked 10 years since my husband had gotten down on one knee, opened up a box to reveal a princess cut solitaire diamond, and asked me to marry him. I was enjoying an evening out on the town with my coworkers as a treat from our boss who gave us tickets to see the show “Grease”. We had…
