A year later, he proposed.
Not at a restaurant, not in front of a crowd.
I laughed, then cried, then said yes before he could take it back.
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He rolled into the kitchen while I was making pasta, set a tiny ring box next to the sauce, and said, « So, do you want to keep doing this with me? Legally, I mean. »
I laughed, then cried, then said yes before he could take it back.
Our wedding was small and cheap and perfect.
Friends from college, two staff members from the home who actually cared, fold-out chairs, a Bluetooth speaker, too many cupcakes.
The knock came late the next morning.
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