His Wedding My Exit Chapter 12

His Wedding My Exit Chapter 12

My ride pulled up right then, and I opened the car door.

He asked, out of nowhere, “If I’d made them shut off the big screen in the living room that day, would things have turned out different?”

I thought about it for two seconds. “Maybe.”

At the very least, on that one day.

I wouldn’t have been humiliated like that.

He asked again, “What if your name had been on the save-the-date cards?”

I gave a faint smile. “Life doesn’t come with that many what-ifs.” He didn’t say anything more.

Before I got in, he whispered, “I’m sorry.” If he’d said those words a few years earlier.

I probably would have cried. But now it just felt so far away.

I nodded. “I know.” The car door shut.

This time, I didn’t look back. Later, I met Elliot Donahue. Before our first dinner, he asked ahead of time about my dietary restrictions. I told him I didn’t eat cilantro.

On our second dinner, he told the waiter as he ordered, without any prompting, “Please leave the cilantro out of every dish.”

Once, walking through a furniture store, he asked what kind of sofa I liked.

I said, “Fabric.”

He said, “I like leather.”

I laughed. “Then it’s probably best if we never buy a house together.”

He gave it serious thought for a moment. “If the living room’s big enough, couldn’t we just fit both?” I laughed all of a sudden.

I said, “Fabric.”

He said, “I like leather.”

I laughed. “Then it’s probably best if we never buy a house together.”

He gave it serious thought for a moment. “If the living room’s big enough, couldn’t we just fit both?” I laughed all of a sudden.

It turned out two people could like different things without either one having to change. We dated for over a year.

The day he proposed, he didn’t gather a crowd of friends to watch.

After we finished eating, he slid the ring box across to me. “Do you want to get married?”

I asked, “Who picked it out?”

“I did.”

“Did you ask anyone else what they thought?”

He considered it seriously for a moment. “Does the jewelry consultant count?”

I laughed and held out my hand. “Let’s get married.”

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