Chloe couldn’t look away. The couple across from her were a painting. The woman — yellow patterned blouse, dark brown skirt, brunette waves falling past her shoulders. Green eyes. Thin lips curved in surprise. Beautiful. The man — navy shirt, black tie, black slacks — slid off his chair and onto one knee. A gold ring caught the light. Chloe’s breath hitched. She knew this scene. She’d rehearsed it in her head since she was sixteen. Fancy restaurant. Violin in the background. The love of her life looking up at her like she was the answer to every question. _“Will you marry me?”_ she read his lips. In her head, she was there. In that yellow blouse. Hands flying to her mouth. Nodding, crying. _“Yes,”_ she mouthed, tears imagined but real. _“Yes, a thousand times yes.”_ “Cute, aren’t they?” Ch
