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I should have been happy to have an end to that particular dileet ready for ed This hat I’d wanted for so long Once ere married, I wouldn’t have to work in the store anymore I’d be free

Funny, that wasn’t supposed to leave loo, I was dressed up in h heels with my hair up and my nails buffed when Josh came to pick me up for dinner He wore a tuxedo and had yet another bouquet of flowers for me, this time red roses I had that same burst of love for hi, and all the gloom dissipated I loved hi I’d ever wanted I threw my arms around him and kissed hiot the strangest feeling he was talking more to himself than to me

A cab waited for us at the curb and whisked us off to a fancy, romantic restaurant This was the kind of proposal I’d hoped for when he’dht out of a dia moment would come Probably with dessert, I decided That seeet out the ring and kneel, or had he set up so would be in a piece of cake or a glass of cha about as to coradually waned, even though ere surrounded by softacross the table at hier I’d forgotten about that in all the excite, or was it just excite proposed to? Was this what Florence had s instead of on the situation? It was so confusing, like I was feeling two cos at the sa to er I didn’t particularly like?

I re continued Just before that moment when he’d rescuedI was upset about, and it had to do with Josh, not Owen I hadn’t been fleeing up the stairs fro down the stairs fro hi and Mr Right, and she’d been talking like these were roles ere all playing

Then I realized what all this reminded me of: that movie Florence had selected for us to watch There was the safe guy and the right guy, but the safe guy wasn’t even truly safe He was sos about what life would be like with hiht not be bad, but the heroine could never really be herself while she ith him There would always be a part of herself she’d have to deny, and that would be tragic Choosing the right guy e

The waiter brought out a sered another h the bookstore The memory was just as vivid as these sparklers in front of me It hadn’t been a dream It had been real I’d wanted to kiss Owen after that, more than I’d ever wanted to kiss Josh--or anyone else He wasn’t Mr Wrong, the skeevy boss who could help ht I could have ic, so why settle for less?