I thought I was walking into a dream—a date with the man I’d secretly loved for a year. But the moment I arrived, reality hit me like a snowstorm. Instead of romance, I faced a dazzling fiancée and an unexpected proposal that would change everything I thought I knew.
Central Park sparkled like a scene from one of those cheesy Hallmark Christmas movies I secretly binge-watch when no one’s around. Kids squealed as they built lopsided snowmen, a dog in a ridiculous sweater barked at a passing squirrel, and a street musician played “Jingle Bells” on a violin. It was all painfully picturesque.
“Just breathe, Liz,” I whispered to myself, fidgeting with the zipper of my coat. My breath puffed out in little clouds, adding to the wintry magic around me.
One year. One entire year.
A year ago, Michael and I had agreed to meet here, no matter what. A thousand scenarios ran through my mind:
What if he won’t show? What if things will be different? What if he brought coffee, looked into my eyes, and said, “Liz, I’m sorry, but I got a cat, and it takes up all my free time now”?
“Stop spiraling,” I muttered under my breath.
A snowball whizzed past me, narrowly missing my head.
“Sorry, lady!” A little boy in a green hat waved apologetically before launching another snowball at his sister.
The whole park was alive with energy—laughter, chatter, the crunch of boots on snow. It was the perfect setting for a movie-worthy reunion.
I shifted from foot to foot, stealing glances at the people around me. Couples strolled hand in hand. A pair of teenagers posed for selfies under a giant tree wrapped in twinkling lights, giggling as they tried to catch snowflakes on their tongues.
Then I saw him. Michael.
My breath caught. He looked even better than I remembered.
My feet moved before I could think, and my hand was halfway up to wave, when…
Wait, what?!
Beside him was HER.
She had legs that went on forever, beautiful hair, and… She glided next to him like she belonged in that picture-perfect park.
“Of course,” I muttered to myself, the words sour in my mouth.
“Liz!” Michael’s voice boomed, cheerful as ever. “It’s so good to see you!”
I managed to smile, though my stomach felt like it had just been drop-kicked.
“Meet Mia,” he said, gesturing to the goddess by his side. “My fiancée.”
Fiancée?!
The word hit me like a snowball to the face.
“Oh, fiancée. So cute!”
“Yes, thanks to you!” Michael continued. “Remember that day? You told me you’d be waiting here. Mia joked about how I always keep people waiting. We started talking, and… well, here we are!”
Mia’s laugh was a tinkling sound that made me want to throw my shoe into the snow.
“Michael’s told me all about you,” she said, her voice smooth as hot cocoa. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you.”
“Oh, the pleasure is all mine,” I said, my tone dangerously close to saccharine.
“And guess what?” Michael added. “We were wondering if you could help with the wedding prep. You have such an eye for design.”
“Wedding prep,” I echoed, my soul crawling under a metaphorical blanket to cry.
But I smiled. Because what else do you do when the man of your dreams shows up with a fiancée?
Mia was perfect. Too perfect. The kind of perfect that makes you suspicious. Her every move was precise, her every word polished. She charmed Michael’s friends, dazzled his family, and even managed to make the caterer blush with her dazzling smile.
But to me, it all felt staged, like she’d rehearsed every line in front of a mirror.
Take the time she complimented Mrs. Bennett’s “delightful sense of humor.” Mrs. Bennett hadn’t cracked a joke in 20 years. Suspicious, right?
Still, I kept my thoughts to myself… at first. Until one afternoon when I caught her on the phone.
“Don’t worry,” she hissed. “After the wedding, we’ll handle it all. Just stick to the plan.”
Stick to the plan? Handle what exactly?
My heart hammered as I ducked behind the Christmas tree. It was official—that woman was up to no good.
I waited for the perfect moment to tell Michael, keeping my tone light to avoid coming off like a jealous lunatic.
“Michael, I think there’s something you should know about Mia…”
He held up a hand, laughing. “Liz, come on. Mia’s amazing. She’s just stressed with all the planning. Be happy for me, okay? None of this would’ve happened without you. You’re my lucky charm.”
Lucky charm?
I wanted to scream. Mia, who had been standing nearby, gave me a look so icy it could’ve frozen the hot cocoa I was holding.
Later, she cornered me in the hall.
“Let me be clear,” she said. “You’re here because Michael asked me to tolerate you. Otherwise, I wouldn’t waste a second of my time on you.”
It took everything I had not to pour my coffee over her designer shoes. But I stayed calm, smiled sweetly, and thought, “Game on.”
***
Late that night, I found myself crouched outside Mia and Michael’s hotel room, my heart pounding so hard I was sure the entire floor could hear it.
That was insane. Certifiably nuts. But there I was, armed with a lipstick-stained napkin as my plan’s blueprint.
“Okay, Liz,” I whispered to myself, peeking under the door to see if there was movement. “You’ve done crazier things. Remember the time you thought dyeing your hair teal would ‘boost creativity’? This is just another bold choice.”
I slipped inside quietly. The faint glow from the bedside alarm clock cast just enough light to see the room.
There it was: her phone, innocently lying on the bedside table, practically screaming, “Come and get me!”
Mia was sleeping, her chest rising and falling in perfect rhythm. Michael, on the other hand, wore one of those sleep masks you only see in rom-coms. I had to stifle a laugh.
Really, Michael?
I crept closer, my hands trembling as I reached for the phone.
“Please don’t snore now,” I muttered under my breath.
My fingers brushed the cold glass surface, and I froze as Mia shifted slightly, murmuring something about “custom napkins.”
With the phone in hand, I held it up to her face, praying facial recognition technology wouldn’t betray me.
The screen lit up.
Success!
Scrolling through her messages was like diving headfirst into a soap opera. Romantic texts to someone saved as “Brother” were enough to make my stomach churn, but it got worse.
Messages outlined detailed plans to scam Michael after the wedding, complete with phrases like, “Don’t worry, he’s clueless.”
“Gotcha,” I whispered triumphantly.
But then the lights flickered on.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Mia shrieked, sitting up like she’d been launched by a spring.
Pillows started flying at me before I could even react.
“Liz?” Michael groaned, lifting his sleep mask with one eye barely open. “Why are you in our room?”
“Mia’s scamming you!” I blurted, holding up the phone like it was Excalibur.
Before I could show him the messages, Mia snatched the phone from my hands.
“She’s obsessed with us!” Mia cried, crocodile tears spilling over. “Look at this! She’s reading private messages from my “brother”! This is harassment!”
Michael’s face turned pale. “Liz… I trusted you. How could you do this?”
“No, Michael, listen…” I started, but his voice cut through the air like a cold wind.
“Leave.”
I left, but the “Brother” number had been scribbled before on my hand with lipstick. Back in my room, I added it to my contacts.
The name that popped up?
OMG! Olivia. Mia’s mother.
The pieces clicked into place. That wasn’t just a scam. It was a family business.
The wedding day arrived like a sugar-coated dream. Or nightmare. Depending on your perspective.
The grand banquet hall sparkled under chandeliers. Everything screamed perfection: the cascading flowers, the string quartet playing softly in the corner, and the guests dressed to impress in their holiday best.
I stood near the back, clutching my phone like a lifeline.
Michael looked unfairly handsome in his tailored suit. Beside him, Mia looked every bit the perfect bride, except for the tiny detail that she was about as trustworthy as a dollar store snow globe.
I swallowed hard and glanced down at my phone.
It’s time.
With one tap, I sent the message that would shake this fairy tale to its core.
Seconds later, Mia’s mother, Olivia, pulled out her phone. Her expression shifted from regal poise to outright horror. She shot to her feet so quickly that her chair scraped loudly against the floor.
“Stop this wedding!” Olivia’s voice sliced through the room like a rogue icicle.
The quartet faltered mid-note, and a collective gasp rippled through the crowd.
Mia turned, her eyes wide. “Mom, what are you doing?”
Olivia pointed a trembling finger at her daughter. “You can’t marry him! He’s… he’s bankrupt!”
The room froze. Someone in the back coughed awkwardly, and a child whispered, “What does bankrupt mean?”
“Bankrupt?” Mia’s voice cracked. “What do you mean?”
“I just received the financial reports!” Olivia declared, clutching her pearls for dramatic effect. “His company is finished! No money. No assets. Is this the man you want to marry?”
Mia’s hesitation lasted only a moment, but it was enough. The room buzzed with hushed whispers.
“Mia?” Michael asked quietly.
Mia snapped like a brittle twig. “Fine! Yes! I can’t be with someone who’s broke!”
She threw up her hands and stormed out, her designer heels clicking angrily on the marble floor. Olivia gave a polite smile to everyone and walked away.
The silence that followed was deafening. I wanted to sink into the floor, but instead, I gave Michael a sheepish smile. He didn’t look at me as he stepped down from the altar and disappeared through the side door.
***
Later, as the snow fell softly outside, I stood on the steps, staring at the quiet street. Michael appeared beside me, his breath clouding in the chilly air.
“Liz,” he said, “was this your doing? The reports Mia’s mom got—was that you?”
I met his gaze, my stomach flipping. “Yes. I couldn’t stand by and let you marry a con artist. And… because I like you. A lot.”
He studied me for what felt like an eternity, then smiled—a small, genuine smile that warmed the coldest parts of me.
“You’ve always been my lucky charm. Maybe it’s time we find out what the future holds.Together.”
For the first time in a year, I let hope take the wheel.
