Four hundred people.
Standing.
Clapping.
Danny jumped slightly.
Then grinned.
His glasses had fogged again.
He rubbed them on his shirt.
The MC leaned toward him.
“Would you like Marianne to come up?”
Danny looked offended.
“That’s why I’m here.”
Everyone laughed.
I walked onto the stage.
I had spent the whole night imagining I might have to protect him from embarrassment.
Instead, I was the one who could barely stand.
Danny hugged me.
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Hard.
His chin hit my shoulder.
I whispered, “You made this?”
“Yes.”
“All of it?”
“Mostly.”
I pulled back.
“What does mostly mean?”
He smiled.
