LOGINBy Saturday morning, Victoria had already changed her mind about her wedding dress three times.The first one was too simple.The second one was too dramatic.The third one was perfect.At least, that was what she had decided five minutes ago.She stood in front of her bedroom mirror, holding the phone in one hand and the ring box in the other.Claire was still on the phone."You've changed your mind again, haven't you?"Victoria smiled."Maybe.""Victoria.""What?""You've been engaged for less than twenty-four hours.""I know.""And you've already looked at thirty-seven wedding dresses.""Thirty-eight."Claire groaned."You're impossible."Victoria laughed.She looked at herself in the mirror again.There was something different about her.She couldn't explain it.Maybe it was the ring.Maybe it was knowing that the man she loved had looked her in the eyes and asked her to spend the rest of her life with him.Whatever it was, she couldn't stop smiling.Her mother walked past the ope
Victoria stared at the ring on her finger for the entire ride home.She had probably looked at it fifty times already.Maybe more.Every time she thought about putting her hand down, her eyes found the ring again.It was real.She was engaged.Engaged.The word still sounded strange in her head.A smile slowly spread across her face.Then she covered her mouth, trying to stop herself from laughing.She failed.The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror."Good evening, ma'am."Victoria immediately straightened."Good evening."He looked at her again."You seem happy.""I am."That was all she said.She looked back at her hand.The smile returned.Richard had proposed.Richard Lawson had actually proposed to her.And she had said yes.She pulled out her phone.She opened their conversation.Typed:I can't believe I'm actually engaged.She stared at it.Deleted it.Typed:You really proposed to me.Deleted that too.Finally, she sent:I keep looking at my hand.His reply came
Victoria had never been good at keeping surprises.Richard had discovered that about her very quickly.She would try to act normal, but her face always gave her away. Whenever she had something planned, she smiled too much. Whenever she was hiding something, she became unusually quiet.So when she called him on Tuesday afternoon and said, "Don't make plans for Friday," Richard immediately knew something was happening."Why?""Because I said so.""That's not an explanation.""It's the only one you're getting.""Victoria.""Richard."He laughed."You're impossible.""I've been told.""And what exactly am I supposed to do on Friday?""Nothing.""Nothing?""Nothing.""Should I dress up?""No.""Casual?""Maybe.""Victoria.""Goodbye, Richard."The call ended.Richard stared at his phone.He smiled despite himself.Whatever she was planning, he was looking forward to it.Three days later, Friday finally arrived.Richard spent most of the afternoon at work, but his mind kept drifting.He ha
Richard had spent the entire drive home wondering how he was going to tell Nadia.He had rehearsed it twice.The first version sounded too serious.The second sounded ridiculous.By the time he pulled into the driveway, he had decided to stop rehearsing altogether.He walked into the house and found Nadia on the floor in the living room, surrounded by colored paper.She looked up."Dad.""Hey.""You came early.""Did I?""Yes."Richard put his keys on the table."What are you doing?""Making something."He looked at the mess."For school?""No.""Then what?"Nadia held up a badly cut piece of cardboard."It's a house."Richard stared at it."That's a house?""Yes.""Okay."She narrowed her eyes."Don't laugh.""I'm not laughing.""You are.""I'm smiling.""Same thing."Richard sat down beside her."Where's Victoria?""She went home.""When?""About an hour ago."Richard nodded.Nadia picked up another piece of paper."She said she was coming tomorrow.""She probably will."Nadia looke
The following week passed quietly.For Nadia, quiet was good.She liked knowing what each day would bring.School in the morning.Homework in the afternoon.Dinner with her father.And, whenever possible, a phone call with Grandma Eleanor before bed.But lately, there had been one small change.Victoria.She was becoming a regular part of their lives.Not in a way that felt forced.She simply appeared.Sometimes she would come over for dinner.Sometimes Richard would pick her up after work.Sometimes Nadia would spend an entire afternoon talking to her about school while Richard sat in his office pretending not to listen.And Nadia didn't mind.Actually...She liked it.Very much.On Friday afternoon, Nadia sat at the kitchen table working on a science assignment when Victoria walked through the front door."Nadia?""I'm here!"Victoria followed the sound of her voice.She found Nadia surrounded by books, papers and colored pencils."What are you working on?""A project."Victoria loo
Richard came home just before ten that night.The house was quiet.Too quiet.He closed the front door carefully and slipped off his coat.He expected Nadia to be asleep, but when he walked into the living room, he found the television still on.Nadia was curled up on the sofa beneath a blanket, pretending to be asleep.Richard smiled."You know, pretending to sleep doesn't work when you're holding the remote."One eye opened."I wasn't pretending.""Of course not.""I was watching."Richard picked up the remote."The television is on mute."Nadia sat up."I was thinking.""At ten o'clock?""Important things don't care about the time."Richard laughed."Who taught you that?""You.""I definitely didn't.""You did."She pulled the blanket around herself."So?""So what?""How was your date?"Richard loosened his tie."It was good."Nadia smiled."Really good?""Really good.""Did you talk?""Yes.""Did you eat?""Yes.""Did you laugh?"Richard looked at her."Why does this sound like a







