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“You know, beauty may lie in the eye of the beholder, but at this point I’m pretty sure you’re blind.” She grinned back at him, eyes dancing with excitement.
“What can I say? It was love at first sight.”
She stood there beaming at the house, incandescent. He stared, doubtful. The old porch looked like a death trap, warping and buckling everywhere. White paint was falling off in large chips, giving the ancient house a distinct horror vibe. He watched her flit around sketching out restoration plans. He smiled as he listened to her spin stories of future summers in their southern palace. He sensed his energy building, ready to construct their new beginning.
“You know, beauty may lie in the eye of the beholder, but at this point I’m pretty sure you’re blind.” It was the middle of the night when the doorbell rang. I cackled as the model and CEO of the large marketing company got down on one knee. He had a hopeful glimmer in his crystal blue eyes, a dazzling white smile, soft caramel hair, and a ring in a leather box almost as heavy as his muscles.
“The way your nose sticks out so confidently,” he elated.
“Sir, you have the wrong house.” I pulled open my spell book to see what I’d written and sure enough I had accidentally made a love potion on last night’s full moon.