Seven Proposals And One Final Lie
Language: en
"Let’s get married. As soon as possible." Jodie said it casually, picking at her sea bass as if she were suggesting we try a new coffee shop instead of upending our entire lives. My fork stopped halfway to my mouth. Over the last three years, I had proposed seven times. I had curated sunsets, rented out galleries, and whispered the question in the quiet intimacy of our bed. Every single time, she had found a reason to say not yet. Jodie didn't look at me. Her eyes wandered to the window of the dimly lit restaurant, watching the Manhattan rain streak against the glass. "I’m... I’m two…