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"Of course I do. I went with my girlfriend then, and you went with…who did you go with again?"
She laughs.
"I went with a group of friends. I recall you were about to ask me to prom when someone soaked you with a beer, and you left to clean up. I then found you heading upstairs with your ex-girlfriend, who became your girlfriend, and I was brokenhearted."
"I remember that night. I was going to ask you to go with me. I ran into her on my way back to you. I had no idea she would be there, and well, you know how that ended." We laugh.
"I bet you don't remember when we ran into each other at the club before you asked me to participate in the engagement lies. I saw you come in with your friends, and I was at the bar. That night, I was going to ask you out, but one of my buddies pointed me in the direction of a model or actress and told me to ask her out because you and I had our moment, and I let it pass by."
Erica looks astonished. "Seriously, you let some bro toad redirect your attention from me based on faulty information?" She punched me kiddingly in the arm.
"I do remember that night." She said, "I told my friends I would finally ask you out. When I went to find you, you were mouth deep in that actress model. I was fuming mad and left the club early. My friends were pissed because I took off without telling them. Honestly, I don't know how I'm still alive with how many times you've broken my heart."
"Well, I will never break your heart again. I promise, cross my heart and all that." I mean it too.
I will cherish and adore her till the day I die. I've let too many years go by without her next to me. No more.
Erica has an idea. "Let's have our families over for dinner."
I'm all for that. Why wait to celebrate?
***
"Hey, Mom, Dad, so good to see you." I take the dessert dish they brought and give them both hugs. "Have a seat. I will take this to the kitchen and get you some wine."
I enter the kitchen, drop the dish off, and pick up two glasses of wine — one red, one white. I kiss my love and head back into the living room.
"Where is Scott?" my dad asks.
"He's fashionably late, as always. He should be here soon."
As if his ears were ringing, the doorbell rang, and the door opened. Boisterous entrance as usual. Always has to be the center of attention.
"Hey Scott, how are you?" I ask him.
He hands me a bottle of wine and asks if he can have an Old Fashioned.
"Coming right up." I'm on my way to the kitchen when the bell rings again. "Scott, can you get that for me? Thanks."
I hear Erica's parents in the living room. Scott comes into the kitchen with another dessert dish. There will be no shortage of sugar tonight. I return with more wine, an Old Fashioned for Scott, and apple juice for Erica.
"A toast to family," I say, holding up my glass.
We clink glasses and take seats around the living room. I love having an extra chair, courtesy of Erica.
"What's for dinner? It smells amazing," my mom asks.
"We got delivery from this great Italian place." I hear oohs and aahs in response.
I start, "Erica and I invited you over to, yes, celebrate but to also come clean."
I see confused looks exchanged and a smile. I hope this doesn't backfire.
"When we told you we were engaged, it wasn't exactly the truth. We lied."
My mom and dad look at each other and then at me.
"Why would you lie about something like that?" my mom asks me.
