We park ourselves at the table as we wait for our dinner to be served. Tonight feels phenomenal. Everything about today feels so special. And of course, perplexing. I don't understand why he is circumventing talking about that contract, but I think I will go with this flow even though I know it's all wrong. I am getting the vibes of being his real wife, and I am getting a kick out of it.
The feeling is incredibly sweet. Then again, when has him being like this ever not been sweet? Never!
My misconceptions are cut short by the memory of the first time we sat around the table like this with his family and friends. I really embarrassed him that day.
"What's wrong?" Jerol asks after noticing my sad face, leaning across the table and his face coming so close to mine. "Do I really suck this m
