Lavender:
Just like Igor had said, he picked me up after college and we drove far away to a beach where he had planned a little picnic for us.
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw it. A soft blanket was spread out on the sand, with little pillows placed neatly at the corners. There were fairy lights hanging from a stick and falling down like stars, glowing softly as the sun began to set. A small basket sat in the middle, full of fruits, sandwiches, and cookies, all my favorites. Beside it, two glasses and a cold bottle of juice waited. The waves gently touched the shore, and the breeze felt warm and kind. It was simple, quiet, and perfect, just for me.
“Be honest,” Igor insisted, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, “if you were given an option, who would you marry?” he asked again, and I started looking around to avoid eye contact with him, again.
“Come on, I won’t tell Easton,” he said, holding my hand to make me turn and look at him.
“Igor! The reason I’m with both of you is be
