He made the reservation three weeks in advance. “Wear something red,” he told me with a smile. “Trust me. Tonight’s going to be special.” Seven years together. Seven Valentine’s Days. And somehow, I just knew this one would be different. The restaurant was beautiful—dim golden lights, candles flickering on every table, a violinist playing soft love songs near the bar. It felt like a proposal setting. My heart had been fluttering since we sat down. He ordered the most expensive wine on the menu. “We’re celebrating,” he said, raising his glass. For illustrative purposes only Celebrating what? I wondered. My...
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