The Day I Stopped Waiting for His Proposal

On our third anniversary, Samuel Vance did something he'd never done before. He invited me out for a murder-mystery party game.

I thought it meant something.

The last scene of the game was a proposal. He dropped to one knee and held out a prop ring.

"Millie Harding, will you marry me?"

My eyes went hot and I nodded, my hands shaking.

Then Patsy Baxter, sitting in the corner, pulled off her mask and leaned in with her phone up.

"I can't. It's just a game and she's actually crying. Somebody's desperate to get married."