Smaller ring with bigger diamond

You've heard the expression "Diamonds are a girl's best friend", but you don't think that's true. Diamonds are anyone's best friend, including yours. You slip the small band onto your ring finger, the big diamond perfectly balanced so it doesn't bang into your other fingers.

As you inspect the ring, the strange writing suddenly glows. Not very bright, but it is visible. It must be cursed! You panic, but the ring is very tight on your finger, so it is slow to come off.

Looking at it again as it passes your knuckle, you notice the glowing is gone. Weird. Maybe it only works when it is all the way on your finger? You slide it back down, but it doesn't glow. Huh, must have been a trick of the light. Weird.

With the ring on your finger, you set about looking for more goodies to steal. After closing the ring box of course, and all the drawers you left open. You must keep things tidy! What if someone notices the mess?

Moving down the hall, you still are having trouble finding anything else of value. You stumble across the kitchen, and notice a half-cooked plate of eggs still above the fire, making your stomach rumble. Hmm...you didn't see anyone around...maybe you could finish making them.

You decide to do so, hrabbing an apron from its place hanging on the wall, and tying it around your waist and neck. You don't want to get your clothes covered in eggs, after all. You rekindle the fire, and hum softly to yourself as you finish cooking the eggs.

After a moment passes, or maybe an hour, you suddenly feel and hear someone's breath behind you. Before you can turn around, however, a pair of big, strong hands wrap around your waist lovingly. You want to scream, but this feels almost....right, somehow.

Wait, no it doesn't!

You push the stranger away, turning around, and pointing the hot spatula at him like a sword. "Honey, what's wrong?" the tall, handsome, formally dressed man asks.

"I'm not your honey! I'm a thief!" you protest.

"Really? A thief wearing that?" the handsome stranger chuckles in a strong yet gentle voice. You glance down at your clothes, and you see the apron you thought was plain white has "Happy Housewife" embroidered on it in pink text. Your clothes have also vanished! You're nude under the apron!

"This wasn't what I was wearing!" you protest.

"Yes it was," the man says calmly.

"Yes it was," you agree. He's clearly right.

Wait what?

"How do you like the ring?" he smiles. The ring...? Oh my gods it was cursed! "I hoped a woman would put it on, but you're cute enough to make it work."

"You cursed me!" you yell at him.

"Not true, you put on the ring willingly. Now, finish those eggs and bring them to me," he says, taking a seat at the table and pulling out a book.