My Husband Was Always Way Hotter than Me – Then I Found the Letter He Wrote Before Our Wedding
I unfolded the next page.
Luke had described a busy Saturday morning at the bakery.
He and Diane were waiting for their order when an elderly woman ahead of me discovered she did not have enough money.
I remembered her.
She had searched through her purse while people behind her became impatient.
I had stepped forward and paid the difference.
It had only been a few dollars.
I barely remembered doing it.
Luke did.
“You saw that?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“It was a few dollars.”
“That’s not what I noticed.”
He told me the woman had been embarrassed and kept trying to repay me.
I had told her not to worry, then moved away before she could make a fuss.
“You weren’t performing for anybody,” Luke said. “You didn’t even look around afterward.”
I stared at him.
“So you asked me out because you felt sorry for me?”
“No.”
His answer came instantly.
“Absolutely not.”
“Then why?”
“Because I noticed you. Not just the dimples when you smile, your beautiful brown eyes, or your long, natural eyelashes.”
He paused.
“Yes, Mia, I thought you were beautiful.”
“But I’d also seen what you did when you thought nobody important was watching.”
