“Lex Blackburn fell in love with her when they were both seventeen and he’s been head over heels for her ever since,” one of the women explained with pride. “He built her a castle-like mansion just to prove his devotion. When she mentioned a certain restaurant she loved, he didn’t just take her there—he bought it. And every other restaurant she liked, too, just so she could always get exactly what she wanted. She’s a picky eater, you see.”
Another lady chimed in with a knowing smile. “He rented out an entire mountain to give her a private view of a meteor shower the first time she was hospitalized because of leukemia.”
The first lady nodded. “Lex donated so much bone marrow to her that it nearly killed him. That man worships her. After ten years of chasing her, he finally got her to say yes. Their wedding is in ten days and the whole city is celebrating their love story. Those videos you’ve been seeing? They’re totally his style. Mr. Blackburn’s signature move for expressing his love.”
Hearing their chatter, I bit back a bitter smile. The words stung, but I didn’t want to show it.