Peyton wasn't too big on jewelry, but she quite liked rings. They stayed in place and they weren't too flashy--the rings for the Tie-the-Knot program fit the bill perfectly, she thought as she fiddled with the one given to her as a ' wedding gift. ' She'd stepped out of the venue to take a breather, wandering over to a quiet corner; she'd hoped to find a moment alone, only to find someone already hanging around the spot she'd been eyeing. "Oh, hello," she greeted awkwardly, not wanting to be rude. "Would you mind some company? They've started this conga line inside, and I'm not quite sure that I want to be part of it . . ."











