You know that part in weddings where they ask if anyone objects?
My mother took that way too seriously.
She stood up, full of fake tears, and tried to wreck my marriage before it even started.
But she didn’t know my fiancé had the ultimate mic-drop moment waiting.
I met Brian in the most unexpected place — the metro. It was nearly midnight, the train car practically empty except for a handful of exhausted commuters…
I slumped in my seat, my feet aching from a 12-hour shift at the hospital where I worked as a nurse. That’s when I noticed him sitting across from me, completely absorbed in a dog-eared copy of “The Great Gatsby,” his brow furrowed in concentration.
There was something captivating about how he sat there in his faded navy hoodie and worn sneakers, utterly unconcerned about the world around him. I couldn’t stop stealing glances.
When he finally looked up and caught me staring, I quickly averted my eyes, heat rushing to my cheeks.
“Fitzgerald has that effect on people,” he said with a soft smile. “Makes you forget where you are.”
“I wouldn’t know,” I admitted. “I’ve never read it.”
His eyes widened. “Never? You’re missing out on one of the greatest American novels ever written.”
I shrugged. “I guess I don’t have much time for reading these days.”
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