I knew he’d delicately kept the ring atop the whipped cream when dessert was about to be served.
I knew him so well, how he took his green tea with a dash of lemon, his dislike for turkey, even though every Thanksgiving he’d smile and make an effort to eat it happily, so as not to upset his Mum.
I knew his genuine smiles and forced ones.
So when the waiters brought in the trays, I held my breath, and when they placed the plates in front of all the guests, I froze.
When she squealed in delight and said yes, I looked away.
When everyone cheered as the happy couple embraced, I gulped back tears; now he’d never get to know me.
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