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My Crush on My Brother's Best Friend

Scenario:Encouraged by friends, a shy girl takes a brave step toward her crush during lunch.
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Encouraged by friends, a shy girl takes a brave step toward her crush during lunch.

Mina

She is a high school student struggling with social confidence. She is shy,selfdoubting,and yearning for connection. Mina often finds herself alone at school,avoiding social interactions and fearing rejection. Encouraged by her friends,she cautiously approaches Mika during lunch,experiencing a mix of excitement and terror. This encounter marks her tentative steps toward overcoming her shyness and pursuing her romantic interests.

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Mika

He is a popular student and a member of the school's soccer team. He is kind,approachable,and friendly. Mika is noticed by Mina for his good heart and attractive appearance. Although he experiences a concussion,he remains kind and willing to help others. Mina admires him from afar,hoping to potentially win his attention and build a connection with him despite her insecurities about social interactions and fear of rejection.

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Nina

She is one of Mina's closest friends at school. She is outgoing,supportive,and encouraging. Nina plays a significant role in motivating Mina to overcome her shyness by introducing her to new people,like during introductions in the cafeteria. Her friendship with Mina provides her the confidence to take small steps toward her romantic interests,even if it means facing potential rejection and embarrassment. Nina's presence is a source of strength and camaraderie for Mina.

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I took a deep breath, trying to muster up my courage.
I thought about what my friends said, and how I would never know what could happen unless I try.
So here I am, standing in line at the cafeteria, trying not to think about how much I would regret this if it doesn't go well.
"Okay, Mina," I told myself, "if you're going to do this, then do it. Don't back out now."
I thought about how my friends, Nina and Yuna, introduced me to new people they met.
How they introduced me to their friends from other classes.
I thought about how they encouraged me to talk to more people, and how they supported me when I didn't want to take the risk of getting hurt or rejected.
"Maybe this is my chance," I told myself.
"Maybe this is my chance to finally take a step forward. To finally let someone get close to me."
The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced that this is what I need to do.
I took another deep breath, and let my gaze wander around the cafeteria.
It's crowded as usual, with students sitting in groups of four or five.
Some are eating, others are chatting and laughing, while others are doing their homework.
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I scanned the room until I spotted Mika sitting at his usual table near the window.
He's surrounded by his soccer teammates, as usual.
My lunch tray suddenly felt heavier than before.
I took a step forward, then another, weaving my way through the tables.
As I walked, I practiced what I was going to say to him in my head.
I was so focused on my thoughts that I didn't notice the girl who was walking towards me from the opposite direction.
She bumped into me, causing me to stumble and almost drop my food.
"Sorry," she said quickly, before hurrying off to her seat.
I steadied myself and gripped my tray tighter, trying not to let the incident ruin my confidence.
The distance between me and Mika's table seemed longer than ever before. The chatter of the other students faded into the background as I concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other.
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I'm close enough now to hear Mika's laugh and see him gesturing with his hands as he told a story to his friends.
My palms grew sweaty against the plastic tray.
I took a final deep breath and stepped forward, ready to change everything.
My legs feel like lead as I approach the final few steps to Mika's table.
The noise of the cafeteria fades to a distant hum, and all I can focus on is keeping my tray steady despite my trembling hands.
Three of his teammates notice me first, their conversations trailing off mid-sentence as they turn to look at me.
I clear my throat, ready to speak, but the words stick in my throat.
Just as I'm about to turn around and retreat, Mika turns away from his conversation with the boy beside him.
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Time seems to freeze as he shifts in his seat, his movement causing the sunlight from the window to catch his dark hair.
My heart pounds in my chest, and I'm acutely aware of the eyes of his teammates burning into me.
The cafeteria tray wobbles in my grip, and the apple I picked up threatens to roll off.
Mika's warm brown eyes meet mine, and he tilts his head slightly, as if waiting for me to speak.
I notice a small scar above his left eyebrow, probably a remnant from his recent injury during a soccer match.
Behind me, I hear Nina's encouraging whisper from two tables away, "Go on, Mina!"
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My fingers dig into the edges of the plastic tray, and I force myself to focus on Mika's friendly expression rather than the snickering soccer player to his left.
"Hi, Mika," I finally manage to say, my voice steady and clear.
After a brief moment of silence, I shift my weight from one foot to the other, watching his expression carefully.
The teammate who had been snickering earlier leans in to whisper something to the player on his right.
The other player smirks, but Mika ignores them, his attention still fixed on me.
I clear my throat and ask, "Can we talk? Just for a minute?"
My voice comes out quieter than I had intended.
Mika glances at his friends and then back to me.
The teammate who was snickering earlier whispers something to another player, causing him to snort with laughter.
But Mika ignores them both.
He wipes his mouth with a napkin and starts to stand up.
Behind me, I hear Nina's subtle intake of breath.
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Mika nods, his eyes softening as he gestures for me to join him.
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I watch as Mika walks toward an empty table near the window, the light catching the red and white of his soccer jersey.
My legs feel as if they're weighed down by stones trailing behind him with a mix of anticipation and dread.
The fluorescent lights of the cafeteria hum above us, and curious stares follow our movement.
At the table, Mika pulls out a chair for me and waits until I set my tray down before he takes his own seat across from me.
I sit across from him, staring at the untouched sandwich on my plate while gathering my thoughts.
The cafeteria bustles around us, but at our table, silence hangs heavy.
My fingers trace the edge of my lunch tray, and I notice a small crack in its corner.
Mika waits patiently, taking small bites of his pizza.
A group of students laughs loudly at the next table, causing me to jump slightly.
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I glance over my shoulder to see Nina and Yuna giving me encouraging thumbs up from their spot near the vending machines.
Mika leans forward slightly, his voice gentle, "Is everything okay, Mina?"
I take a deep breath, my fingers still tracing the crack in the tray, "I heard about your injury, and... I wanted to ask if you're really alright."
His eyes widen just a fraction before he replies, "It's not as bad as it looks; the scar's just a reminder to be more careful next time."
I fidget with my napkin, tearing tiny pieces as he finishes speaking.
The noise of the cafeteria fades into the background, and all I can hear are the words I've practiced in front of my mirror countless times.
My mouth feels dry, and I take a small sip of water from my cup.
Mika waits patiently, his half-eaten pizza forgotten on his plate.
I glance up at him, meeting his kind eyes, and then look down again at my hands, which have shredded the napkin into a pile of white confetti.
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The lunch period bell will ring soon.
I stare at the pile of shredded napkin on my tray, my heart hammering against my chest.
The cafeteria clock ticks loudly above us, and I know that lunch period will end soon.
Mika shifts in his seat, his pizza growing cold and untouched.
My hands tremble as I gather every bit of courage I have, remembering Nina's words about being brave.
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead while I lift my gaze from the table, meeting Mika's patient eyes.
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My throat tightens, but I force myself to speak.
I grip the edge of the table, steadying myself as the words build up in my throat.
The cafeteria's background noise fades to a distant hum.
My mouth feels dry, and I take one last sip of water.
Mika waits patiently, his half-eaten pizza forgotten on his tray.
I force myself to meet his eyes, though my vision blurs slightly.
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"Mika,I like you" I say, my voice barely audible.
I sit frozen in my chair, staring at my hands while the weight of my confession hangs in the air.
The cafeteria bustles around us, but at our table, time seems to stop.
My heart pounds so loud I worry Mika can hear it.
He shifts in his seat, and I force myself not to run away.
The pizza on his tray remains untouched as he leans forward slightly.
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I hold my breath, gripping the edge of my chair until my knuckles turn white.
Mika's voice is gentle, yet firm. "I've been waiting for you to say that," he admits, a small smile playing on his lips. "I like you too, and I was just hoping you'd feel the same."
I sit stunned, my mind struggling to process his words.
The fluorescent lights above us cast a gentle glow on his face.
He glances down at my hands resting on the table.
My fingers twitch nervously against the plastic surface.
I notice the soccer calluses on his hands as he slowly moves one toward mine.
The background chatter of other students fades away while he hesitates for a moment, his fingertips just inches from my trembling hand.
A warm flutter rises in my chest when he finally bridges the gap, his warm palm covering my cold fingers.
His touch sends a jolt through me, grounding me in the moment.
"Do you want to maybe go out this weekend?" Mika asks, his voice hopeful yet tentative.
I nod, a smile breaking through my nervousness, "I'd really like that."
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The cafeteria bell's harsh ring startles me, making me jump in my seat.
Students around us start packing up, their chairs scraping against the floor.
Mika stands first, gathering both our trays with practiced ease.
When I reach for my backpack, he's already holding it out to me.
We weave through the crowd of students rushing to dump their trash and leave the cafeteria.
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I notice how Mika positions himself to shield me from the pushing bodies.
At the cafeteria exit, instead of turning toward his class, he asks which way I'm headed.
"I have English in Room 204," I reply, clutching the strap of my backpack.
His face lights up with a smile.
"Same here," he says, his voice filled with excitement.
Without warning, he reaches for my hand.
His warm fingers intertwine with mine, sending a rush of electricity through me.
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My heart skips a beat as he gently tugs me into the hallway crowd.
We weave through the mass of students rushing to their next class.
Mika's grip on my hand is firm but gentle, protecting me from getting jostled by the passing bodies.
His soccer jersey stands out ahead of me as he leads the way, occasionally glancing back with a reassuring smile.
We walk into English class together, his hand still holding mine firmly.
The fluorescent lights illuminate our joined hands, making this moment feel surreal.
Students already seated turn to stare at us, their whispers filling the room.
I notice my usual desk near the back, but Mika gently tugs me toward two empty seats near the window.
As we navigate between the rows of desks, he slows his pace and moves closer.
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My heart skips when he leans down, his breath warm against my ear.
"Let's make this our spot," he whispers, and I nod, feeling a sense of belonging I've never known before.
I settle into the chair beside him, acutely aware of his presence next to me.
Our elbows nearly touch on the shared armrest between us.
The teacher, Ms. Chen, strides to the front of the classroom.
Her heels click against the tile floor, drawing everyone's attention.
She begins writing "Sonnet 18" on the whiteboard in bold letters.
Turning to face the class, she introduces today's lesson with enthusiasm.
"Welcome, everyone! Today we're diving into the world of Shakespeare's love poems. Get ready to immerse yourselves in the beauty of his words."
I try to focus on Ms. Chen's explanation of sonnets and their structure, but it's hard with Mika sitting so close.
His pencil occasionally brushes against my hand as he takes notes, sending shivers down my spine.
Ms. Chen asks someone to read the first quatrain aloud, and Mika raises his hand.
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"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" he begins, his voice steady and confident.
I glance at him, surprised by the ease with which he reads the lines.
As he finishes, Ms. Chen nods approvingly and says, "Mika, you have a knack for bringing Shakespeare to life."
I grip my copy of Shakespeare's sonnets tightly, the pages crinkling under my sweaty fingers.
My heart pounds in my chest as Ms. Chen nods at me to begin reading.
The words blur slightly on the page, and I feel the weight of twenty-five pairs of eyes on me.
Mika shifts closer in his desk, his shoulder barely touching mine.
His presence steadies me, and I find my place in the text.
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The familiar lines I practiced at home wait before me.
My throat feels dry, but I clear it quietly.
I take a deep breath and begin, my voice growing stronger with each word.
I read the lines steadily, focusing on each word and letting the rhythm of the sonnet carry me along.
Mika's shoulder remains pressed against mine, and I feel his warm breath as he whispers softly, "You're doing great."
My heart skips a beat at his encouragement, but I keep my eyes fixed on the page, determined not to lose my place.
The familiar words flow easier now, and I notice other students leaning forward slightly in their desks, listening intently.
Ms. Chen sits behind her desk, her eyes following my progress.
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When I reach the final couplet, my voice grows stronger still.
"So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee."
The room falls silent, and for the first time, I feel like I truly belong.
I sit at my desk, listening as other students read their sonnets.
But my mind keeps drifting back to Mika sitting beside me.
The late afternoon sunlight streams through the classroom windows, casting a warm glow over everything.
It catches the edge of my arm where it touches Mika's, sending a small shiver down my spine.
When another student stumbles over Shakespeare's words, Mika shifts in his seat.
His knee brushes against mine under the desk, and my heart skips a beat.
I try to focus on the words being read aloud, but I can't help sneaking glances at Mika.
He scribbles something in the corner of his notebook, then tears off the piece of paper and slides it toward me.
His fingers brush against mine as he lets go of the note, sending a jolt of electricity through me.
I take the note carefully, trying not to draw attention to myself.
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Inside, the note simply reads, "Meet me after class."
I keep my eyes on Ms. Chen while she explains the homework, but my fingers keep touching the folded note in my pocket.
The paper crinkles softly each time I brush against it, sending tingles through my body.
Mika's knee is still pressed against mine under the desk, and I can feel the warmth of his leg through my jeans.
When he shifts to get his backpack from the floor, his arm brushes mine deliberately.
The bell rings, and I know everything is about to change.
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I pack my books slowly, watching Mika from the corner of my eye as he slides his notebook into his backpack.
The classroom empties around us while other students rush out.
His note feels warm in my pocket where my fingers keep touching it.
When I drop my pen, we both reach for it at the same time.
Our hands brush, making my face heat up.
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He picks up the pen and holds it out to me with a smile.
I take it carefully, our fingers touching longer than necessary.
I sit back down at my desk when everyone else has left the classroom.
My trembling fingers carefully smooth out the folded paper.
Mika stands beside me, his backpack slung over one shoulder, watching me read.
The fluorescent lights overhead flicker and hum while Ms. Chen erases the whiteboard in the background.
My eyes scan the messy handwriting, each letter making my pulse quicken.
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The paper crinkles as my grip tightens.
I notice small doodles of soccer balls in the corners.
When I reach the last line, Mika shifts closer to me.
I stare at his words, written in the same messy handwriting I've seen on his tests all year.
My fingers trace over the small soccer ball doodles in the corners.
The empty classroom feels intimate with just us and Ms. Chen's distant presence.
My throat tightens as I read the words again.
Mika has been watching me long before today.
He says he noticed me when I answered a question correctly in class, and he admired my quiet strength.
I can feel his eyes on me while I read the note again.
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead.
When I finally gather enough courage to look up, Mika shifts his weight, waiting for my response.
His soccer jersey rustles softly as he leans closer to hear my whispered question.
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I sit at my desk, clutching Mika's note while the fluorescent lights hum above us.
The paper trembles in my hands as I study his handwriting one more time, making sure I haven't misread anything.
Ms. Chen's chalk scrapes against the board behind us, the only sound besides my pounding heart.
My throat feels dry as I shift in my chair, turning toward him.
Mika stands so close I can smell his cologne, his soccer jersey brushing against my arm.
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His patient silence makes me even more nervous, but I force myself to look up at him.
"I like you too," I finally whisper, feeling the weight of my words lift into the air between us.
Mika's face is bathed in the soft glow of the fluorescent lights, his features illuminated against the backdrop of Ms. Chen's chalkboard.
His eyes meet mine, and I sit frozen in my chair as he takes a step closer.
The shadow of his body falls across my desk, and I can feel my heart pounding against my ribs.
The sound of Ms. Chen's chalk scratching against the board fills the background, a steady rhythm that contrasts with the erratic beat of my heart.
Mika raises his hand slowly, and I hold my breath as his fingers hesitate near my face.
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The loose strand of hair that has been tickling my cheek all day suddenly feels like a heavy weight.
Time seems to slow down as his warm fingertips brush against my skin, carefully tucking the stray hair behind my ear.
A soft smile spreads across his face, and in that moment, everything else fades away.
I sit in my chair, his hand still lingering near my face, his fingers warm from where they touched my hair.
The empty classroom feels both too big and too small at the same time.
Ms. Chen's footsteps echo as she walks to her desk, giving us a little more space but still keeping a watchful eye.
The sound of her papers shuffling fills the room, and I can feel Mika's gaze on me.
My heart continues to pound against my ribs as I look up at him, his gentle expression a contrast to the turmoil inside me.
I know I need to understand what this means for us, and I grip the edge of my desk for support as I take a shaky breath.
"What does this mean for us?"
Mika's eyes soften, and he leans in slightly, his voice barely above a whisper.
"It means I've been wanting to tell you for a long time, but I didn't know how."
He glances down at the note in your hand, then back up at you with a hopeful smile.
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"I'm glad you told me," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
I sit in my chair, staring up at Mika's gentle expression while my heart races.
The fluorescent lights cast a soft glow on his face as he stands close to me.
Ms. Chen's papers rustle in the background, but I barely notice.
His confession echoes in my mind, making my chest tight with emotion.
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Without thinking, I grab his soccer jersey, pull myself up from my chair, and press my lips against his.
Mika pulls back slightly, his eyes wide with surprise but a smile playing on his lips.
"I didn't expect that," he says softly, his voice tinged with a mix of amusement and relief.
I let out a shaky laugh, my cheeks burning. "Neither did I, but it felt right."
I sit in my chair, still dizzy from our kiss, when Mika reaches for my hand.
His warm fingers wrap around mine as he gently pulls me to stand.
The classroom lights flicker above us while Ms. Chen organizes her desk in the corner.
My legs feel wobbly as I grab my backpack with my free hand.
Mika's thumb strokes my palm while he guides me toward the door, making my skin tingle.
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When we reach the doorway, he pauses and looks both ways down the hall before tugging me closer.
We step into the hallway together, leaving behind the echoes of what once was.
I follow Mika through the hallways, our hands still linked together.
His soccer jersey brushes against my arm as he guides me past groups of students lingering near their lockers.
When we reach the glass doors leading to the garden, he pushes them open with his free hand, holding them for me.
The afternoon sun hits my face as we step outside.
The garden's stone path stretches before us, lined with blooming flowers and wooden benches.
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I walk beside Mika, our hands still linked together.
His soccer jersey brushes my arm with each step as we pass the blooming flower beds.
When we reach the corner of the building, he gently tugs my hand, leading me toward the back of the gym.
My heart races as we leave the main path, our footsteps crunching on scattered gravel.
The gym's brick wall towers beside us, blocking the afternoon sun.
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I follow Mika, my heart pounding in my chest.
We stop behind the gym, where the brick wall meets a flowering bush.
The gravel crunches beneath our feet as we stop, hidden from the main path.
His hand squeezes mine gently before he turns to face me, his back against the wall.
The sunlight filters through the leaves above us, casting dappled shadows across his face.
He pulls me closer until I can feel the warmth of his body.
His free hand reaches up to cup my cheek, and his eyes search mine with an intensity that makes me tremble.
"Mika, what are we doing here?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper.
He hesitates, his thumb brushing my cheek softly.
"I wanted to tell you... I'm leaving for Europe next month."
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I lean against the brick wall beside him, our hands still intertwined.
My mind races as I process his words.
The flowering bush beside us rustles in the wind, scattering petals at our feet.
My throat tightens as I remember all the moments we've just started sharing.
The distant sounds of students leaving school fade away as I gather my courage.
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His soccer jersey brushes my arm when he shifts closer, and I feel his concerned gaze on my face.
I stare at the brick wall behind his head, my thoughts racing with possibilities.
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across his face, and his eyes are filled with worry.
My mind whirls through all the things I could say, but before I can stop myself, the words tumble out of my mouth.
"Can I come with you?"
His hand tightens around mine, and surprise flashes across his face.
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I hold my breath as he looks at me, the petals drifting lazily to the ground around us.
The voices of students walking home fade into the distance as I wait for him to answer.
He smiles, and in that moment, I know everything is about to change.
I lean against the brick wall, my heart pounding in my chest.
Mika steps closer, the fabric of his soccer jersey brushing against my arm, as if to bridge the gap between us with its soft, familiar touch.
The petals, like whispers of forgotten secrets, dance around our feet as the sun dips lower, casting elongated shadows that weave through the bushes and cloak us in a secluded embrace.
His hand slides from mine to my waist, pulling me gently toward him.
The brick scrapes against my back through my thin shirt as he leans in, his familiar cologne making me dizzy.
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I watch his face, trying to read his thoughts as he gathers his words.
His hand stays firm on my waist, the petals continuing their gentle descent around us.
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows through the bushes, making it hard to decipher the emotions in his eyes.
He takes a deep breath, and I can see his soccer jersey rise and fall with the movement.
When he finally speaks, his voice is soft but clear.
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"I want you to come with me," he says, his words hanging in the air like a promise.
"I've already talked to my parents about bringing someone special. They agreed as long as I promised to introduce you to them first."
My heart skips a beat at his words.
He pulls out his phone, his thumb moving over the screen as he checks his calendar.
The petals continue to fall around us, their delicate touch a stark contrast to the rough brick against my back.
He scrolls through the dates, his eyes scanning the screen intently.
"Friday night," he says, looking up at me.
"We can have dinner at my house. My parents will be there."
His thumb strokes my waist gently as he waits for my answer.
I swallow hard, my mind racing with thoughts of meeting his parents so soon.
But I look into his hopeful eyes and nod.
"Friday," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Okay."
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I stand in front of my bedroom mirror, smoothing down the fabric of my new blue dress.
My hands shake slightly as I adjust the hem, making sure it's perfectly even.
The clock on my nightstand reads 6:45 PM, fifteen minutes before Mika is supposed to arrive.
I take a deep breath and check my hair for what feels like the hundredth time, making sure every strand is in place.
Satisfied, I turn my attention to the silver necklace Nina helped me pick out earlier today.
It's simple yet elegant, and I feel a surge of confidence as I look at my reflection.
My phone buzzes on the dresser, pulling me away from the mirror.
I walk over and pick it up, seeing a text from Yuna.
"Good luck tonight!" she writes, followed by a string of heart emojis.
I smile and quickly type out a response.
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"Thanks! I'm so nervous."
Yuna responds almost immediately.
"You'll be great. Just relax and be yourself."
I nod to myself, even though she can't see me.
She's right; I need to relax and trust that everything will go well.
Just as I'm about to put my phone down, it buzzes again.
This time, it's a text from Mika.
"I'm outside," he writes.
"See you soon." My heart jumps into my throat as I read his message.
He's here already?
I wasn't expecting him for another ten minutes.
I quickly check myself in the mirror one last time before hurrying to the window.
I pull back the curtains just enough to peek outside without being seen.
Sure enough, there are headlights shining through the darkness, illuminating the front yard.
Mika's car is parked in front of our house, and I can see him getting out of the driver's seat.
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He's wearing a crisp white shirt that looks perfect against his dark hair, and he has a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
As he walks up our driveway, I can see that he looks just as nervous as I feel.
His steps are quick but unsure, as if he's not quite ready for this either.
I stand behind my front door, gripping the handle tightly as I watch him through the peephole.
He shifts the bouquet of pink roses between his hands, checking his reflection in our window one last time.
My fingers trace the wood grain of the door as he reaches out to ring the doorbell.
The chime echoes through our empty house - my parents are still at work.
I take a deep breath and smooth my dress one final time, feeling the soft fabric under my sweaty palms.
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I open the door slowly, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Hi," he says, offering me the bouquet with a nervous smile.
"These are for you, and, um, I just wanted to say I'm really glad you're coming tonight."
I open the door wider, gesturing for him to come in.
"Thank you," I say, taking the roses from him.
"They're beautiful."
He steps inside, his soccer shoes squeaking against the hardwood floor.
The house feels different with him in it - smaller, more intimate.
I lead him into our dimly living room, the only light coming from the lamp in the corner.
I walk over to the kitchen and pull out a glass vase from one of the cabinets.
While I fill it with water, I hear his footsteps behind me.
I turn around to see him studying the photos on our fridge - pictures of my family and me, taken over the years.
He's standing so close to me now that I can feel his warmth radiating off his skin.
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My heart races as he turns around and smiles at me.
"Your family looks nice," he says, stepping closer to help me arrange the flowers in the vase.
I arrange the roses in the vase while he hovers next to me, his shoes making soft sounds on the tile floor.
When I'm done, I turn around and he follows me back into the living room.
Our old brown couch sits under the window, and I can see the sun setting outside.
My heart jumps when he chooses to sit next to me instead of taking the armchair across from us.
The cushion dips under his weight, making our shoulders touch.
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As the evening sun streams through the curtains, he tells me about tonight's dinner plans - his mom is cooking Italian, his dad's setting up the patio, and his younger sister is excited to meet me.
"I hope you like Italian," he says, his voice a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.
"I love it," I reply, trying to match his enthusiasm while hiding my own nerves.
He hesitates for a moment, then adds, "There's something else... my sister might have mentioned you to her friends, so there might be a few more people than I originally thought."
I sit there on the couch, forcing a smile while my stomach twists at the thought of even more dinner guests.
The setting sun casts long shadows across the floor, making it feel like we're in our own little bubble.
Mika's hand finds mine, and he squeezes it gently.
"I'm sorry," he says softly.
"I didn't know she was going to invite her friends."
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"It's okay," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
As I look out the window, I watch a car drive past our house, its headlights briefly illuminating the room before fading back into darkness.
Mika leans closer to me, his soccer jersey brushing against my arm.
"I'll be right next to you the whole time," he whispers, his breath warm against my skin.
I sit there with Mika on my couch, gathering the courage to speak as the sunset slowly dims the light in my living room.
His soccer jersey brushes against my arm when I shift to check the time on my phone - still forty minutes before dinner.
"Maybe we should leave a little early," I suggest, trying to sound casual.
"We could help your family get everything ready."
His face brightens at the idea, and he stands up, offering his hand to help me up from the couch.
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While I grab my purse from the kitchen counter, he waits by the door, jingling his keys in his pocket.
As I pass by the roses on the table, their sweet scent fills the room.
I lock my front door while he waits on the porch, his car keys jingling in his hand.
The roses' scent lingers on my fingers as I double-check the lock.
When I turn around, he holds out his arm for me, his white shirt glowing in the fading light.
Walking down my driveway, fallen leaves crunch under our feet.
His car sits idling at the curb, exhaust visible in the cooling air.
Before opening the passenger door, he adjusts my shawl that started slipping off my shoulder.
His touch is gentle and protective.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" he asks, his eyes searching mine for any hint of doubt.
I nod, trying to project more confidence than I feel.
"With you there, I think I can handle anything," I reply, squeezing his hand as we step into the car.
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I settle into his car, smoothing my dress over my knees while he adjusts the temperature.
The leather seat feels cool against my bare arms.
He pulls away from my driveway, and through the windshield, I watch the sun sink behind buildings, painting the sky orange.
Street lamps flicker on one by one, creating a path of light ahead of us.
When we stop at a red light, he reaches over to hold my hand.
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His palm feels warm and slightly sweaty, matching my own nervousness.
"Do you think they'll like me?" I ask, my voice barely steady.
"They'll love you," Mika assures, squeezing my hand reassuringly.
"And if they don't, we'll just sneak out for ice cream," he adds with a playful grin.
I grip the seatbelt as he parks in front of the Italian restaurant, its neon sign casting red light across our faces.
Through the window, I spot his family at a large table - his mom in a floral dress, his dad in a suit, and his sister with three friends.
My hands shake while unbuckling, but Mika reaches over to help.
"It'll be fine," he whispers, his fingers lingering on mine.
When he opens my door, the rich smell of garlic bread wafts out.
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As we approach the table, his mom stands up with a welcoming smile.
"Ah, so you're the famous partner we've heard so much about," she says warmly, extending her hand.
Mika chuckles nervously, "I might have exaggerated a bit, but only because she's worth it."
I stand there at the restaurant entrance, Mika by my side, as his mother walks towards us.
Her floral dress swishes with every step, and her perfume mingles with the restaurant's aroma of garlic bread.
My hand trembles slightly as I extend it to her, but she grips it firmly, surprising me with a hug.
"Welcome to the family," she says, her voice warm and genuine.
Behind her, Mika's father waves from his seat while his sister bounces excitedly in her chair.
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I walk toward the table with Mika, my heels clicking on the restaurant's tile floor.
His sister's excited face beams at me from her seat, and she suddenly leaps up, nearly knocking over her water glass.
Before I can react, she runs around the table and launches herself at me.
I stumble backward from the impact, but manage to catch her.
My arms wrap around her small frame, and she squeezes me tightly.
Her butterfly necklace presses against my collarbone, catching me off guard.
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I laugh and return her hug.
As we pull apart, I notice the imprint of her necklace on my skin.
Mika's mother gestures for us to take our seats, a smile still on her face.
I sit next to Mika, his hand finding mine under the table.
His father passes me a plate of garlic bread, his eyes curious but friendly.
"So, what do you like to do in your free time?"
I take a deep breath, squeezing Mika's hand as I prepare to answer.
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I sit beside Mika, his hand warm in mine under the table as his father passes me garlic bread.
My heart races, but I focus on the comforting squeeze of Mika's fingers.
His mother leans in, curious about my hobbies.
I take a deep breath, feeling Mika's supportive grip tighten.
With a nervous smile, I start to share my passion for painting, describing my latest project with growing enthusiasm.
The family listens intently as I detail the colors and techniques I'm using, my confidence building with each word.
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His father leans forward, his eyes sparkling with interest.
"And what's your favorite painting style?"
I pause, taking a moment to gather my thoughts.
"I love impressionism," I reply, my voice filled with conviction.
"There's something magical about the way the brush strokes and colors come together to capture a moment in time."
His mother nods, a smile on her face as she passes me a plate of pasta.
Mika's sister listens intently, her eyes wide with wonder.
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I continue, "I've always been fascinated by the way light and shadow can transform a scene. It's like capturing a piece of the world in a single frame."
His father nods, his expression thoughtful.
"I've always admired the work of Claude Monet," he says, his voice filled with appreciation.
"There's something about the way he captures the essence of nature that's truly breathtaking."
I smile, feeling a connection to Mika's family as we share our passion for art.
His mother looks at me, her eyes shining with warmth.
"We should visit an art gallery next weekend," she suggests, her voice filled with excitement.
Mika squeezes my hand under the table, his smile encouraging.
I glance around at their eager faces, my heart skipping a beat at the prospect of spending more time with them.
His mother nods approvingly, while his sister claps her hands in excitement.
Mika leans closer, whispering just for me to hear.
"There's something I need to tell you about that gallery," he says, his tone suddenly serious.
I look at him, curiosity piqued, and ask, "What is it?"
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Mika's voice drops to a whisper, his words barely audible over the hum of conversation.
"The gallery is hosting a special impressionist exhibit next weekend," he says, his eyes locked on mine.
My heart skips a beat as I process his words.
I squeeze his hand tighter under the tablecloth, my mind racing with excitement.
I lean in closer, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Really? What kind of exhibit?"
Mika's lips curve into a subtle smile, his gaze intense.
"It's a rare collection of Monet's works," he whispers back, his voice filled with anticipation.
"I think you'll love it."
My breath catches in my throat as I absorb the news.
A Monet exhibit?
It's like a dream come true.
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I nod, feeling the warmth of belonging envelop me as Mika's family welcomes me into their world.
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His mother's voice breaks through the moment, her tone filled with excitement.
"We should definitely go see it next weekend," she says, her eyes shining with anticipation.
Mika's sister nods in agreement, her face lighting up with enthusiasm.
I smile, still holding Mika's hand under the tablecloth as we continue to chat about the upcoming gallery visit.
Mika's father clears his throat, drawing our attention.
"There's something else about that gallery," he begins, his voice tinged with a hint of mystery.
Mika exchanges a quick glance with him before turning back to me.
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I sit at the dinner table, my fingers intertwined with Mika's under the tablecloth.
His mother's voice fills the room, her words dripping with excitement as she talks about the upcoming gallery visit.
Mika's sister chimes in, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
I listen intently, my heart pounding in my chest as I absorb every detail.
And then, a glance passes between Mika and his father—a secretive look that makes my pulse quicken with curiosity.
I lean closer to Mika, feeling his warm breath on my cheek as he whispers in my ear.
"There's something special planned for our visit," he says, his voice low and serious.
My anticipation builds, and I squeeze his hand tighter under the tablecloth.
"What is it?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Mika's lips curve into a subtle smile, his eyes locked on mine.
"It's not just an exhibit," he reveals, his voice tinged with excitement.
"They're unveiling a painting that was thought to be lost for decades."
My eyes widen in surprise, and I whisper back, "A lost Monet?"
Mika nods, his smile widening.
"It's a rare piece, one that has been hidden away for years," he explains, his voice filled with awe.
"And we're going to be the first ones to see it."
My heart skips a beat as I process his words.
A lost Monet?
It's like a dream come true.
I squeeze his hand tighter under the tablecloth, my mind racing with excitement.
Mika's mother looks at us, her eyes shining with warmth.
"I'm so glad you're excited," she says, her voice filled with happiness.
"We've been waiting for this moment for a long time."
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I sit at the restaurant table, still buzzing from the news of the lost Monet painting.
Mika's hand remains warm in mine under the tablecloth as his family continues to discuss the gallery visit.
His mother talks about the excitement of the unveiling, while his sister makes plans for our day out.
Mika leans closer, his breath tickling my ear as he whispers, "I want to make this trip special for you."
His eyes meet mine, filled with a seriousness that makes my heart skip a beat.
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"I know how much you love Monet's work," he says, his voice low and sincere.
"I want this to be a day you'll never forget."
I smile, feeling a flutter in my chest at his words.
"Thank you, Mika," I say, my voice filled with gratitude.
"This means so much to me."
The evening comes to an end, and we bid farewell to Mika's family.
As we leave the restaurant, the cool night air envelops us, and I shiver slightly.
Mika wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him as we walk toward his car.
We climb inside, and the warmth of the vehicle envelops us.
Mika starts the engine, and the soft hum of music fills the air as we pull away from the curb.
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The streetlights illuminate Mika's profile as he drives, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
One hand rests on the steering wheel while the other holds mine tightly.
I glance out the window, watching the city pass by in a blur of lights and shadows.
We arrive at my house, and Mika pulls into the driveway.
He turns off the engine, and an awkward silence falls between us. "I'll pick you up tomorrow morning," he says finally, his voice breaking through the stillness.
"We have an early start for the gallery."
I nod, a smile tugging at my lips.
"Sounds great," I reply, feeling a surge of excitement for our adventure tomorrow.
"Make sure to dress formal," he adds, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"We're going to be rubbing shoulders with some of the art world's elite."
I laugh softly, feeling a flutter in my chest at his words.
"Don't worry," I say, leaning closer to him.
"I've got just the outfit in mind."
Mika's smile widens, and he reaches out to cup my cheek gently.
"I'm looking forward to it," he whispers, his voice filled with anticipation.
I lean into his touch, feeling a rush of butterflies in my stomach.
"Me too," I reply softly. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against my cheek in a gentle kiss.
I feel a shiver run down my spine at the warmth of his touch.
"Goodnight," he whispers against my skin before pulling away.
"Get some rest. Tomorrow is going to be unforgettable."
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With one last smile, he releases my hand and climbs out of the car.
I watch as he walks toward his car, his taillights disappearing down the street.
My hand still tingles from his touch, and I press it against my cheek, savoring the warmth.
The porch light flickers on, casting a warm glow over the roses Mika brought me earlier.
Their petals glow softly in the darkness, reminding me of the special day that awaits us tomorrow.
My fingers trace my lips, where his kiss still lingers.
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I step back into my house, shivering slightly as the cool breeze rustles my dress.
Taking one last look at the empty street, I close the door slowly.
The hours tick by, and I can barely sleep, my mind filled with thoughts of our gallery visit.
The morning light creeps through the blinds, casting a dim glow over my room.
I sit at my vanity mirror, my hands trembling slightly as I lay out three dresses on my bed.
There's the blue one that Mika complimented last week, a new black cocktail dress that Nina helped me pick out, and Mom's vintage cream-colored dress with delicate lace.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, pulling me from my thoughts.
I reach for it and see a text from Mika confirming our plans to meet at his house before heading to the gallery.
My heart races as I read his words, anticipation building in my chest.
I set the phone back down and turn my attention to the dresses laid out before me.
My fingers brush against the soft fabric of Mom's dress, and memories flood back to me.
I remember her wearing it to special occasions when I was younger – anniversaries, birthdays, and holiday gatherings. She always looked so beautiful in it, her dark hair styled perfectly and a smile on her face.
I stand up and hold the dress against myself in front of the mirror.
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The cream color complements my skin tone perfectly, and the delicate lace details catch the morning light just right.
It's formal enough for the gallery visit but still holds a touch of elegance that I know Mika will appreciate.
I hold the dress against my body, admiring the way the lace falls delicately over my skin.
The vintage style reminds me of old photographs where Mom would attend fancy events, looking radiant and sophisticated.
But something feels off.
Setting the cream dress down, I pick up Nina's suggested black cocktail dress.
The fabric feels sleek and modern in my hands, and I can't help but imagine how it would look on me.
I slip it on, feeling the smooth material glide against my skin.
The fit is perfect, accentuating my curves in all the right places.
When I look at myself in the mirror, I know this is the one.
My phone buzzes again, and I see another message from Mika: "Are you ready for our big day?"
I quickly type back, "Almost! Just had a last-minute change of heart with the dress."
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His reply comes almost instantly, "Can't wait to see it. I'm sure you'll look stunning no matter what."
I walk up Mika's driveway in my black cocktail dress, the heels clicking against the concrete.
The morning sun casts a warm glow over everything, and birds chirp from the nearby trees.
Through his living room window, I catch a glimpse of movement – his figure approaching the door.
My steps slow as I reach his porch, smoothing the fabric of my dress with trembling hands.
Before I can even knock, the door swings open.
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Mika stands there in a crisp black suit, his mouth slightly open as he takes me in.
I step inside, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor as he closes the door behind me.
The entryway smells like his cologne, and my heart flutters in my chest.
His parents emerge from the kitchen, both dressed formally.
His mother wears a beautiful blue dress that complements her eyes, and his father has on a dark suit that looks tailored to perfection.
"Good morning," I greet them, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.
Mika's sister bounces down the stairs in a floral dress, her camera slung around her neck.
She grins at us, "You two look amazing! Can I take some photos before you leave?"
Mika's arm slides around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
"Of course, Emily," Mika says, his voice warm and inviting.
His mother smiles, her eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.
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"You know, Mika's been talking about this day for weeks," she reveals, glancing between us with a knowing look.
I stand in Mika's foyer while his mother fusses with his tie, adjusting it just so.
Emily snaps more photos, capturing the moment from different angles.
His father pulls out a set of car keys from his pocket, "We should get going soon if we want to beat the traffic," he remarks, glancing at his watch.
Mika offers me his arm, and I notice his hands are trembling slightly as he leads me outside.
We follow his parents to their black SUV parked in the driveway.
The morning breeze rustles our formal clothes as we walk.
Mika opens the back door for me, helping me inside.
His touch lingers a moment longer than necessary, sending a shiver down my spine.
The leather seats feel cool against my bare legs as I settle in.
Emily slides in next to me, still clutching her camera.
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I stand with Mika in the gallery's main hall, admiring Monet's water lilies while his family explores the nearby rooms.
The afternoon light streams through the skylights above, casting a warm glow over everything.
The paintings seem to come alive under the gentle illumination, their colors vibrant and rich.
Mika points out different brushstrokes, explaining the artist's techniques.
His hand tightens around mine as he talks, his eyes shining with excitement.
I listen intently, feeling a sense of wonder at the beauty surrounding us.
Suddenly, Mika falls silent.
His grip on my hand tightens, and his playful mood from earlier is gone.
He turns to face me, his expression serious.
The gallery is quiet around us, with only a few other visitors milling about.
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Mika leads me toward a private corner of the room, away from prying eyes.
"Mika, what's wrong?" I ask, sensing the shift in his demeanor.
He takes a deep breath, looking into my eyes with an intensity that makes my heart race.
"I need to ask you something very important," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
I stand with him in the quiet corner of the gallery, my heart pounding in my chest.
He holds both my hands in his, his fingers trembling against mine.
The sunlight from the skylight above casts a warm glow around us.
When he releases my hands and reaches into his suit pocket, I hold my breath.
Emily's camera clicks softly in the background as she captures the moment.
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Mika slowly kneels down on one knee, his movements deliberate and filled with emotion.
The polished marble floor reflects his image, and nearby visitors stop to watch.
"Mika looks up at me, his eyes full of hope, and asks the question that will change everything."
I stand frozen in the gallery corner, my eyes fixed on Mika kneeling before me.
He holds a small velvet box in his hands, and as he opens it, sunlight from the skylight above catches the ring, making the diamond sparkle.
My legs feel weak as I stare at the sight before me.
Visitors gather around us, whispering and pointing.
Emily's camera clicks rapidly in the background, capturing every moment.
Mika's hands shake as he holds the ring, waiting for my answer.
His family watches from a short distance away, his mother clinging to his father's arm.
When I look into Mika's hopeful eyes, tears blur my vision.
"Mika, are you sure about this?" I whisper, my voice trembling with emotion.
He nods, his eyes never leaving mine, "I've never been more certain of anything in my life."
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Emily lowers her camera for a moment and adds softly, "You two were meant for each other."
I stand in the gallery corner, Mika kneeling before me, his ring sparkling in the afternoon light.
My heart pounds in my chest as visitors watch us, their whispers echoing off the marble walls.
Emily's camera clicks capture each moment while tears blur my vision.
Looking into Mika's hopeful eyes, I whisper "yes" and pull him up by his trembling hands.
As he rises, I step closer until our faces are inches apart.
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The gallery's hushed atmosphere and streaming sunlight create an intimate bubble around us.
In that moment, everything else fades away, leaving only us and the promise of forever.
Mika slips the ring onto my finger, the metal cool against my trembling skin.
He steps closer, his hands cupping my face.
I lean into his touch, overwhelmed with emotion.
His cologne fills my senses as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
My heels echo on the marble floor as I step forward, pressing against his chest.
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Mika's mother dabs tears from her eyes, while his father beams with pride.
Emily continues to snap photos, capturing our moment.
As we stand there, Mika whispers in my ear, "Let's celebrate tonight."
His breath tickles my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
I nod, still in a daze.
The diamond sparkles on my finger as we turn toward the exit.
The afternoon light streams through the skylights above, casting a warm glow over us.
Mika holds my hand as we walk toward the gallery doors.
My heels click against the marble floor, echoing off the walls.
He guides me forward with a gentle yet firm grip.
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