“Because this isn’t what you signed up for.”
He smiled, reached across the couch and took my hand.
“I signed up for you.”
I cried harder after that.
Eventually, life became manageable again.
Then, Luke proposed.
At the same bakery where we met.
I thought we were only stopping for coffee, but he led me to the table near the window, took my hand, and got down on one knee.
For once, I didn’t wonder why he had chosen me.
I just said yes.
His parents hated that, too.
Diane tried to disguise her reaction as concern.
“Marriage is a very big commitment,” she told Luke.
“I know.”
“There’s no reason to rush.”
“We’re not rushing.”
She glanced at me.
“You have your whole life ahead of you.”
Luke’s expression hardened.
“So does Mia.”
That ended the conversation.
He married me anyway.
