“How about in middle school, when Harry wrote her a love letter and the teacher caught him? As punishment, the teacher made him read it out loud to the whole class.”
“Don't forget about our senior prom when he ditched our class princess just to dance the first song with Tracy.”
Reminiscing about all that, Tracy laughed so hard that she was nearly in tears, chiming in with extra details, completely caught up in the nostalgia.
Her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol and excitement. Under the soft lights, she looked radiant, like a flower in full bloom.
Then someone said, “Why don’t we play house again, like we used to?”
Harry raised his glass. “Great idea.”
Everyone cheered, except me.
And just like that, the game began.
Harry pulled out a ring, got down on one knee in front of Tracy, and said, “Ms. Tracy Kain, will you marry me?”
For a second, the room went silent.
Then it exploded with screams, laughter, and whistles.
Contrary to them, I was frozen still as I watched my wife smile sweetly at another man and say, “I do.”
She even held out her left hand and let him slip the ring on her ring finger, outshining the diamond wedding ring I had given her.