“Have you seen her?” Mark thrust his head and shoulders through the open dutch door.
Ella nodded carefully. The light’s angle made the perspiration dotting Mark’s wide forehead look like dew on a banana leaf. How odd.
“And?” he pressed.
“Daphne is fine.”
Mark grunted his impatience. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it!”
Ella sighed in resignation. There will be no escaping the truth, no matter how much it could hurt him. “There’s a glow about her, if you must know.”
“And … an engagement ring on her finger.”
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt of Glow in 94 words