I remembered how Ethan had asked me so many times before:
“Babe, don’t you want to be a princess at Disneyland for once?”
“You’d look stunning in a princess dress, and the photos would be amazing.
I’d post them on Instagram to show off my beautiful fairy wife.”
He had looked at me with such anticipation.
And how had I responded?
I was up all night, furiously typing out a business proposal.
Without even glancing at him, I muttered,
“Maybe later. I don’t have time for Disneyland right now.”
He mentioned it a few more times afterward,
but I brushed him off each time until eventually, he stopped asking.
Turns out, he went with someone else instead.
I glanced at the photo with a detached look.
There was Ethan, dressed in a sharp suit, kneeling on one knee with a solemn expression.
Before him stood a girl in a pink princess gown, while crowds cheered all around them.
It looked romantic, even picture-perfect—like a scene straight out of a fairytale love story.
I stared at that photo for a long time in silence.
Emily grew quiet as well, probably thinking I was about to cry.
Instead, I laughed.
“Well, maybe I owe him that much. Let the little girl give him what I couldn’t.”
I clicked my tongue twice.