A mother is torn apart when she comes home and realizes her son doesn’t recognize her anymore. But there’s more to it than meets the eye, and reality hits her hard when the truth is revealed. Do you believe in fairy tales?
Emily didn’t until she met John at the Brooklyn cafe she worked at. She’d been her usual self that day: her hair tied in a messy bun, a coffee-stained apron around her waist, ringing up orders and serving coffee and croissants. Then he walked up to the counter and requested a caramel latte, and as she placed the cup in front of him, he slipped a tissue toward her.
There was a message on it that said:
“I’ve been coming here every day just to see you. I think you’re gorgeous, and I’d love to take you out for dinner, Emily. Pick you up after your shift at 8 tonight?”
Emily knew he was a regular there, and her cheeks grew pink as she read the note.
She smiled as she nodded and slipped the tissue inside her jeans’ back pocket. The next morning, she awoke in his arms in his apartment, and the rest was history. Emily and John were poles apart when it came to their background.
John was a businessman, carrying forward the legacy of his grandfather and father, and Emily’s world was so naive and simple and, in a way, sad and lonely. Her father had died, her mother was ill, and she was a college dropout saving up for her dream destination—Los Angeles. Emily came from a humble background but had always dreamed big.
She was waiting to reach LA and try her hands at modeling. If it didn’t work out, she’d pack her bags and return to Brooklyn and tell everyone she had been away for a holiday. But everything changed after John came into her life.
After meeting him, Emily’s dreams lost their significance. John was rich and showered her with the best of everything. She visited the spas and salons every week, and the Emily with the messy bun and ripped sneakers were long gone.
She now donned branded outfits, carried expensive purses, and sported fancy stilettos. Soon, he went down on one knee and proposed to her with an 18-carat diamond ring, and she gasped and said, “Yes! Yes!
I will marry you!”
They had a barefoot beach wedding in Emily’s once-dreamed vacation spot in LA, followed by a honeymoon at one of the most luxurious resorts. When they returned to Brooklyn after the honeymoon, Emily realized she was pregnant. “You are?” John asked excitedly.
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