“We haven’t seen you in years. And just look at you, our little Bryce, grown into such a handsome young man. The more I look at you, the more I like you.”
I saw Dixie again, my childhood sweetheart, after so many years.
She had grown taller, wore gold-rimmed glasses, and carried herself with quiet elegance and grace.
“Bryce, long time no see.”
She smiled gently as she extended her hand. “Do you still remember me? I’m Dixie.”
I gave a small nod, and when her gaze lingered on mine, I felt an unexpected heat rise to my cheeks.
Back then, I had once written her a love letter, even stolen my mom’s gold ring just to gift it to her, boldly calling it my “token of affection.”
I once said that when Dixie grew up, I’d ride a white horse and marry her.
Now that she was bringing up those childhood memories, I was so embarrassed I wished I could disappear into the floor.
Throughout the birthday banquet, Dixie was incredibly considerate, offering me tea and water, handing me tissues right when I needed them.
She always looked at me with a soft, gentle smile, and every time our eyes met, my cheeks would heat up and I’d quickly look away.
But Aunt Martha saw right through our little feelings, her eyes gleaming with a kind, knowing smile.
My dad let out a hearty laugh and seized the moment.
“My son is single now. He was engaged, but it’s already been called off. Why don’t we let our two children get engaged instead?”
Ben and Martha immediately set down their utensils, excitement lighting up their faces, ready to agree.
Just then, a hoarse voice rang out from outside the door.
“No!”
