My hair was a tangled mess, my makeup smudged like I’d lost a fight with a raccoon, and there was still frosting on my sleeve. Yet, despite looking like I had barely survived a cake battle royale, I had never felt more victorious.
Behind me, the elevator chimed. Hurried footsteps approached.
I turned just as Thomas stopped in front of me, breathless.
“I don’t even know what to say,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair.
A muscle in his jaw twitched.
“Anna, I had no idea…”
“Look, we can talk later. Right now? I’m starving.”
Thomas exhaled, nodded, and slipped an arm around my waist as we stepped out into the night.
Dinner was quieter than usual.
By the time dessert arrived, I finally felt like I could breathe again. Then, Thomas reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. Slowly, I set my fork down.
Thomas let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head.
“No. This is actually from me.”
Inside was a stunning ring. I ran my thumb over the sparkling stone.
Thomas leaned in, smirking.
“Is it another cake?”
“No. But if you ever go on a business trip on our anniversary again… Then yes.
But it won’t have frosting.”
He laughed, reaching for my hand. That night, we celebrated. It wasn’t perfect.
But it was ours.
I knew there would be more battles with his mother. But I had made one thing very clear that night. Crossing my boundaries wouldn’t be so easy anymore.
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