“Marry me.”
That morning I’d been a 7.2. And the moment Simon thought someone else might want me, suddenly I was enough.
I had dreamed about this moment for years. I just never imagined I’d have to destroy myself to get him here.
“No.”
“What?”
“No.”
“But you wanted this.”
“I did.”
That morning I’d been a 7.2.
“Then what was all of this for?”
“I thought I needed you to realize I was wife material.” I looked at the ring one last time. “Turns out I needed to realize you weren’t husband material.”
“I flew all the way here. I figured it out.”
“I know. You figured it out nine years too late.”
***
The next morning, my phone buzzed with an Instagram message request. Ethan.
“Then what was all of this for?”
Slightly creepy, I know, but your last name was on your boarding pass. So… did Vegas work out?
I looked at the wedding dress hanging over the chair. For the first time in nine years, the choice was mine.
