38

Evy

"I thought we were heading to a restaurant," I comment when I realize we're going to the other side of the city.

"We're not."

"Then where?"

"You'll see soon. While we're on our way, how about opening my gift?" he suggests, making me smile widely again, my eyes surely sparkling with happiness.

"Gift?" I ask, looking around.

"Open the glove compartment." I take a deep breath audibly, my hands feeling clumsy, if you know what I mean. I halt my excitement and stare at the small black square box, tied with a delicate golden ribbon. I hold the object as if it were fragile crystal and look at my husband in amazement. He glances at me briefly and then focuses on the busy traffic. "Aren't you going to open it?" he asks. I admit I'm trembling and nervous about all this. Could Gael finally be lowering his guard for a thing called love? Oh God, I wish it were true! "Evy?"

"Huh?"

"The gift, aren't you going to open it?" he insists, and anxiously, I start untying the bow. My heart beats