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After dinner, we moved to the porch. The sun was setting, painting the mountains in shades of orange and pink. Daniel excused himself to take a phone call, leaving Melissa and me alone for the first time.
She leaned against the railing, gazing out at the view, and for a moment she said nothing. Then she spoke, her voice quieter now, more deliberate.
“I’m the lucky one,” I said.
She glanced at me, and for just a second, the warmth in her expression flickered. Something cooler slipped through. Something sharper.
“He deserves someone who can take care of him,” she said. “Someone who can make sure he’s not burdened by things he doesn’t need to carry.”
I met her gaze steadily.
“He’s never been burdened by me.”
She smiled again, but this time it didn’t reach her eyes.
“Of course not.”
Daniel returned moments later, and the rest of the evening passed without incident. They left as the stars began to emerge, Daniel hugging me tightly at the door while Melissa waved from the car.
And I thought to myself quietly, a truth I couldn’t ignore.
This one smiles too much when she’s calculating.
Three weeks after that dinner, Daniel called to tell me they’d gotten engaged.
His voice was breathless with excitement, the words tumbling out faster than I could process them. A surprise proposal at a restaurant overlooking the city. A ring he’d been saving for. Her tears of joy.
I congratulated him. I told him I was happy.
I meant it. Mostly.
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