She Can Have You
At a class reunion, my husband, Sebastian Smith, played a "how well do we know each other" game with Hanna Rodgers, the prettiest girl in our class. They answered twenty questions correctly in a row.
The room erupted with cheers, and everyone urged them to drink from the same glass.
Tears filled my eyes when I saw the two of them blush.
Another classmate gave me a side eye. "Why are you upset? He didn't even know you didn't like cilantro. They're a handsome couple and have secretly loved each other for years. They're destined to be together. Let me give you a piece of advice. Stop fawning over him. It's beneath you."
I glanced at them and kept quiet. Were they destined to be together? Bu