Ethan
I don't know the exact moment that night when I decided… But I felt it. That instant when everything inside me aligned and I knew… there was no turning back.
I watch her.
Clara is standing in front of me, holding that bouquet of roses, looking at the flowers and then at me with that mixture of curiosity and confusion that so characterizes her when something is unexpected.
And I think… God… How could I not do it, how could I not choose her again and again?
I take a deep breath, resting both hands on the table for a second, feeling the slight tremor in my fingers. It's not fear, nor is it doubt. It's… emotion. An emotion I don't remember feeling this way.
I look up at her.
"Yes…" I begin, with a small smile. "This isn't just any dinner."
Clara frowns slightly, still hol
