Ethan
It wasn't an impulsive decision, none of this was, even though it might seem that way from the outside.
The roses, the restaurant, the dress, the dinner, the question. But no, this started long before. It started the very day I hung up on Clara… when she told me about that damn necklace… and I understood that if I didn't do something different this time… I was going to lose her again. And I don't intend to lose her, not again. …
The first few days were chaotic, not because of work, but because of me. Because I had an idea… but I didn't know how to execute it without ruining it; it couldn't be something simple. It couldn't be improvised. And, above all… I couldn't repeat mistakes, because I'd already made them, because I'd already trusted someone else with something that was min
