I Am Not Your April Fool
Language: en
Cameron and I officially started dating on April Fool’s Day. So, when he called me with a manufactured sense of sheer panic on the eve of our sixth anniversary, begging me to meet him at the exact spot of our first date, I thought the moment had finally arrived. I thought he was finally going to propose. I spent hours getting ready. I got a blowout, had my nails done in a soft bridal blush, and meticulously applied that effortless, no-makeup makeup look. On the cab ride over, I practiced my reaction in a compact mirror—the right balance of surprise, the perfect angle of my smile, the exact…