It was a mirror.<\/p>\n
Nothing expensive.<\/p>\n
Nothing elaborate.<\/p>\n
Just a large rectangular mirror wrapped carefully in tissue paper.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, Max simply stared at his own reflection.<\/p>\n
Then Edward said:<\/p>\n
“Since you seem so concerned with what everyone else looks like, I thought you might appreciate something that lets you spend more time looking at yourself.”<\/p>\n
A few people laughed.<\/p>\n
Not loudly.<\/p>\n
But enough.<\/p>\n
Max’s face changed instantly.<\/p>\n
Claire whispered:<\/p>\n
“Max, just put it away.”<\/p>\n
But Edward wasn’t finished.<\/p>\n
He looked directly at him.<\/p>\n
“And for the record, I wasn’t paid to come.”<\/p>\n
Max gave a sarcastic smile.<\/p>\n
“Sure.”<\/p>\n
“No. Actually, Sarah asked me to pretend to be her boyfriend.”<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
“Edward\u2014”<\/p>\n
He glanced at me.<\/p>\n
There was no mockery in his face.<\/p>\n
Then he turned back to Max.<\/p>\n
“She asked because you spent thirteen years convincing her that her value depended on whether you found her attractive. And apparently you’re still trying.”<\/p>\n
Max’s smile disappeared.<\/p>\n
Edward continued.<\/p>\n
“So yes, the boyfriend part was fake.”<\/p>\n
Max immediately laughed again.<\/p>\n
“I knew it.”<\/p>\n
“But my interest in her isn’t.”<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Absolute silence.<\/p>\n
I stared at Edward.<\/p>\n
“What?”<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
And suddenly the wedding disappeared.<\/p>\n
The guests.<\/p>\n
Max.<\/p>\n
Claire.<\/p>\n
The stupid mirror.<\/p>\n
Everything.<\/p>\n
“I didn’t want to tell you like this,” Edward said quietly.<\/p>\n
“Then why are you?”<\/p>\n
“Because I’m not going to stand here while he tells you no one could want you.”<\/p>\n
My face burned.<\/p>\n
Max scoffed.<\/p>\n
“Oh, please. You’ve known her how long?”<\/p>\n
“Three years.”<\/p>\n
“At work.”<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
“You don’t know what she’s actually like.”<\/p>\n
Edward’s expression hardened.<\/p>\n
“I know she spent months coming into work after sleeping three hours because your youngest was having trouble adjusting to two homes.”<\/p>\n
Max said nothing.<\/p>\n
“I know she used her lunch breaks to call schools, pediatricians, and your divorce attorney.”<\/p>\n
Edward continued.<\/p>\n
“I know she covered for coworkers while going through one of the worst periods of her life because she didn’t want anyone else carrying her problems.”<\/p>\n
Then he looked at my daughters, who were standing several feet away with Max’s sister.<\/p>\n
“And I know those two girls adore her.”<\/p>\n
His voice became quieter.<\/p>\n
“That’s enough for me to know that what you said to her was cruel.”<\/p>\n
I wanted to cry.<\/p>\n
Not because Edward had rescued me.<\/p>\n
But because someone had described me without mentioning my waist.<\/p>\n
Max looked around and seemed to realize that the attention he’d enjoyed thirty seconds earlier had turned against him.<\/p>\n
“This is my wedding.”<\/p>\n
“Exactly,” Edward said.<\/p>\n
“So maybe spend it celebrating the woman you’re marrying instead of humiliating the woman you divorced.”<\/p>\n
That ended it.<\/p>\n
Claire took Max’s arm.<\/p>\n
“Enough.”<\/p>\n
For the first time, I noticed she looked mortified.<\/p>\n
Not angry with me.<\/p>\n
With him.<\/p>\n
Max shoved the mirror back into the box.<\/p>\n
“You two deserve each other.”<\/p>\n
Edward smiled.<\/p>\n
“Maybe.”<\/p>\n
I grabbed his arm.<\/p>\n
“Come with me.”<\/p>\n
We walked outside.<\/p>\n
The moment the doors closed behind us, I turned on him.<\/p>\n
“What the hell was that?”<\/p>\n
“The mirror?”<\/p>\n
“No!”<\/p>\n
He knew exactly what I meant.<\/p>\n
“You said you were interested in me.”<\/p>\n
“I am.”<\/p>\n
“Edward.”<\/p>\n
“I know.”<\/p>\n
“You agreed to pretend.”<\/p>\n
“I did.”<\/p>\n
“And now you’ve announced in front of a hundred and fifty people that it wasn’t entirely pretend?”<\/p>\n
He rubbed the back of his neck.<\/p>\n
“When you put it that way, my timing sounds terrible.”<\/p>\n
“It was terrible.”<\/p>\n
“Agreed.”<\/p>\n
I should have been furious.<\/p>\n
Part of me was.<\/p>\n
But another part kept replaying one sentence.<\/p>\n
My interest in her isn’t.<\/strong><\/p>\n “How long?”<\/p>\n Edward hesitated.<\/p>\n “Probably longer than I should admit right now.”<\/p>\n “Try.”<\/p>\n “About a year.”<\/p>\n I stared at him.<\/p>\n “You never said anything.”<\/p>\n “You were getting divorced.”<\/p>\n “Afterward?”<\/p>\n “You were recovering from getting divorced.”<\/p>\n “Edward, people recover for years.”<\/p>\n “I know.”<\/p>\n He smiled awkwardly.<\/p>\n “And you were my friend. I didn’t want kindness during a bad period of your life to become something you felt obligated to repay.”<\/p>\n That answer mattered more than the dramatic speech inside.<\/p>\n “Why agree to this ridiculous plan, then?”<\/p>\n “Because you asked.”<\/p>\n “And?”<\/p>\n “And spending an evening pretending to date you sounded considerably better than spending an evening not dating you.”<\/p>\n I laughed.<\/p>\n I couldn’t help it.<\/p>\n Then I remembered where we were.<\/p>\n “My daughters are inside.”<\/p>\n His expression immediately changed.<\/p>\n “Right.”<\/p>\n Whatever happened between Edward and me could wait.<\/p>\n The girls were why I’d come.<\/p>\n We returned.<\/p>\n Max avoided us.<\/p>\n That was fine.<\/p>\n Claire didn’t.<\/p>\n About an hour later, she approached me alone.<\/p>\n “Sarah?”<\/p>\n I braced myself.<\/p>\n “I’m sorry about what happened.”<\/p>\n “You don’t need to apologize for Max.”<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n She glanced toward him.<\/p>\n “But I should apologize for my part.”<\/p>\n I hadn’t expected that.<\/p>\n She looked uncomfortable.<\/p>\n “I knew he was married when things started.”<\/p>\n There it was.<\/p>\n No excuse.<\/p>\n No story about a marriage already being dead.<\/p>\n Just the truth.<\/p>\n “I told myself your marriage was basically over because that’s what he told me.”<\/p>\n Claire swallowed.<\/p>\n “But I knew enough to know that wasn’t mine to decide.”<\/p>\n I looked at her.<\/p>\n “I don’t forgive you.”<\/p>\n “I understand.”<\/p>\n “And I don’t want to discuss the affair at your wedding.”<\/p>\n “Fair.”<\/p>\n She started to leave.<\/p>\n Then I stopped her.<\/p>\n “Claire.”<\/p>\n She turned.<\/p>\n “Don’t let him talk to you the way he talked to me.”<\/p>\n Something changed in her expression.<\/p>\n Very slightly.<\/p>\n Then she nodded.<\/p>\n The rest of the wedding was surprisingly uneventful.<\/p>\n I danced with my daughters.<\/p>\n I ate cake.<\/p>\n Edward and I didn’t pretend anymore, but we didn’t suddenly become a couple either.<\/p>\n When he held out his hand for a dance, he asked:<\/p>\n “Real dance?”<\/p>\n I smiled.<\/p>\n “One dance.”<\/p>\n “That’s devastatingly specific.”<\/p>\n “Take it or leave it.”<\/p>\n He took it.<\/p>\n Nothing magical happened.<\/p>\n No kiss under fairy lights.<\/p>\n No declaration that we’d secretly been soulmates all along.<\/p>\n I went home with my daughters.<\/p>\n Edward went home alone.<\/p>\n And the following Monday, we went back to being coworkers.<\/p>\n Mostly.<\/p>\n Three weeks later, he asked me to dinner.<\/p>\n A real date.<\/p>\n I said no.<\/p>\n His face fell.<\/p>\n Then I added:<\/p>\n “Ask me again next month.”<\/p>\n He smiled.<\/p>\n “That’s the strangest rejection I’ve ever received.”<\/p>\n “I need to know I’m saying yes because I want you, not because you made me feel desirable after Max made me feel worthless.”<\/p>\n Edward nodded.<\/p>\n “That’s fair.”<\/p>\n He waited.<\/p>\n The next month, he asked again.<\/p>\n I said yes.<\/p>\n Dating after thirteen years of marriage was awkward.<\/p>\n Dating a man who already knew how I took my coffee and had seen me crying beside the office printer was even stranger.<\/p>\n But it was also easy in ways I hadn’t expected.<\/p>\n Edward didn’t constantly tell me I was beautiful.<\/p>\n I’m glad he didn’t.<\/p>\n Because what I needed wasn’t another man evaluating my appearance positively instead of negatively.<\/p>\n He asked what I thought.<\/p>\n He listened when I disagreed.<\/p>\n He never treated my daughters like obstacles to our relationship.<\/p>\n And he never acted as though basic decency earned him some special reward.<\/p>\n Six months later, my oldest daughter asked:<\/p>\n “Is Edward actually your boyfriend now?”<\/p>\n “Yes.”<\/p>\n She considered this.<\/p>\n “So he wasn’t at Dad’s wedding?”<\/p>\n “Technically, no.”<\/p>\n “That’s confusing.”<\/p>\n “Adults are confusing.”<\/p>\n She nodded as though I’d finally said 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special doesn’t actually have much to offer either one.”<\/p>\n I didn’t know what to say.<\/p>\n So I simply said:<\/p>\n “I hope you’re okay.”<\/p>\n “I will be.”<\/p>\n And I believed her.<\/p>\n Edward and I are still together.<\/p>\n But the strangest part is that when I remember Max’s wedding now, Edward’s confession isn’t the moment I think about most.<\/p>\n I remember standing in the restroom afterward.<\/p>\n I’d gone in alone to fix my lipstick.<\/p>\n There was a mirror above the sink.<\/p>\n For years, I’d avoided mirrors after Max’s comments.<\/p>\n Even after the divorce, I’d sometimes look at myself and hear his voice:<\/p>\n You don’t look the way you used to.<\/em><\/p>\n That night, I looked at the woman staring back at me.<\/p>\n Forty-one.<\/p>\n Two children.<\/p>\n Lines around her eyes.<\/p>\n A body changed by pregnancies, stress, time, and life.<\/p>\n And for the first time, I realized something painfully obvious.<\/p>\n Max had been right about one 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