It's Too Late Now
But the image I had of him, calm, in control, always careful, didn’t match the kind of man who would steal someone’s woman and start a war.
We talked for a while, the tension slowly melting into lighter things like it always did with Tamara. She suddenly raised her hand in the middle of her story, and something shiny caught my eye.
“Wait,” I said, grabbing her hand. “Is that what I think it is?”
She tried to pull back, but I held on. “Tamara!”
She laughed, her cheeks turning pink. “Mark asked me to marry him.”
I gasped and pulled her into a hug across the table, almost knocking over the glass. “I’m so happy for you!”
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