the eyes and said, “Sweetheart, I’ll make sure you have the most beautiful dress in that room.”
At first, I felt a pang of guilt, assuming he intended to dip into his modest life savings to buy me something brand new. I immediately protested, insisting that a thrift-store find would be more than enough and that I didn’t want him to worry about the cost. He just smiled mysteriously and told me to trust him.
Over the following weeks, I noticed a change in his routine. He would come home
