I swirled the champagne in my glass. "Send him an invitation. To the psychiatric ward."
The sun dipped below the horizon, and the city lit up one building at a time. On the LED screen of Serena Tower, our wedding photos began to play in a slow, endless loop.
Victor wrapped his arms around me from behind. "Shall we go home?"
I leaned into him and nodded.
As the elevator descended, he suddenly said, "About that letter back then…"
"Mm?"
"I wrote three." The tips of his ears turned red. "One was intercepted by Adrian. Another was confiscated by our homeroom teacher."
"And the third?"
He pulled a yellowed slip of paper from deep inside his wallet.
Victor: Serena, will you marry me when we grow up?
The handwriting was clumsy, almost childish.
My eyes stung. "And you're only giving thi
