I thought my fiancé was planning a romantic celebration of our future, but something about the dinner felt off. By the time the bill arrived, I realized I was about to see a side of him I would never be able to forget.
I had been dating Mike for six months when, a week ago, he proposed.
To celebrate, he insisted on taking me to a seafood restaurant downtown. Not just any place—the kind where the online menu doesn’t list prices, and everything costs far more than it reasonably should.
I hesitated when I looked it up.
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