“
I took a deep breath. “I don’t want to
marry Henri. I want to marry Eikko.”
“Who?”
“Erik. His translator. I’m in love with him,
and I want to marry him. And even though
he hates having his picture taken, I want to
take a thousand so I can put him on my wall
and wake up to us laughing every day, just
like you do with Mom. And I want him to
make me doughnuts, just like his mom does
for his dad. Even if I have to let out all my
dresses. And I want us to find our own thing
or maybe find out that our own thing is
everything, because I feel like if I have him, even the stupid stuff would matter.
”
”