Chapter 12 - The Man Who Had Once Asked If I Had a Boyfriend Returned to the Shop for the One Suit He Was Never Going to WearA year later, Noah came back.
“Need a fitting?”
“Yes.”
“For what?”
“My wedding.”
I froze.
“You're getting married?”
He smiled.
“Yes.”
I laughed.
“To whom?”
“A woman named Sofia.”
I knew her.
A foundation director.
Kind.
Strong.
Completely outside the old world.
“I'm happy for you.”
“Are you?”
“Yes.”
He looked at me.
“I wanted you to make the suit.”
I smiled.
“Of course.”
As I measured him, he asked:
“Do you remember the first time I asked if you had a boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
“You said ‘not yet.’”
“You remember.”
“I remember everything.”
I smiled.
“What would you say now?”
He looked at me.
“I'd say I was an idiot.”
I laughed.
“That's progress.”
He smiled.
“You were always worth protecting.”
“And you're finally learning I don't need to be owned to be protected.”
“Yes.”
He left.
The suit fit perfectly.
He married Sofia three weeks later.
I attended.
I cried.
Not from heartbreak.
From happiness.
May you like
Noah looked peaceful.
That was enough.
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