New York? A Shakespeare play? I took the flimsy printouts, my eyes scanning the flight details and performance title. My heart began to race. This was beyond anything I"d expected. It wasn"t just a date; it was him remembering my interests, weaving them into our lives with such thoughtful care that it felt impossible to refuse. "This is... so extravagant..." I hesitated, thinking not just of the cost, but of the risk of leaving town, even briefly, of stepping out from under my mother"s watchful eye. "Don"t worry about any of that. I"ll handle everything," Luke said, taking my hand in a firm, reassuring grip. "You just have to say yes and get ready for a fantastic weekend." Seeing the undeniable hope and seriousness in his eyes, and remembering the ungiven gift and our interrupted conversat
