He Made Me the Joke, So I Went Home to the Mafia
Every April Fools’ Day, Wilson Hale helped Chloe Mercer fake a proposal for me.
Last year, he dropped to one knee in the back room of a Manhattan club with candles on the tables and half his friends filming. I thought he was finally serious. Then the ring popped open and sprayed silver glitter glue across my hand. Chloe laughed so hard she nearly dropped her phone. Wilson only stopped smiling when he saw my eyes fill with tears.
Later, he held my stained fingers and promised, “Next year, Viv. I swear. No jokes. A real proposal.”
So when he texted me on the night before April Fools and told me to meet him at the jazz bar where we had our first date, I let myself believe him.
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