"The song is right, Clara," he whispered into her hair. "I may not have a lot to give, but I've got a lot to give to you. I can’t buy you that dress tonight. But I can promise you a life where you're never bored and always loved."
Arthur felt the weight of the small box in his pocket. He looked at the sapphire—beautiful, but objectively "cheap" compared to the world Clara dreamed of. He realized then that he couldn't buy her the life she wanted. He couldn't buy her the silk, the pearls, or the status.
Clara was humming along, her hips swaying as she closed the register. "Listen to that," she laughed. "Easy for them to say, isn't it? They've got all the money in the world now."
"You know," she said, leaning her head on his shoulder as the song reached its final 'No, no, no, noooo!' , "I think I’d look better in cotton anyway, as long as I'm with you."
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"The song is right, Clara," he whispered into her hair. "I may not have a lot to give, but I've got a lot to give to you. I can’t buy you that dress tonight. But I can promise you a life where you're never bored and always loved."
Arthur felt the weight of the small box in his pocket. He looked at the sapphire—beautiful, but objectively "cheap" compared to the world Clara dreamed of. He realized then that he couldn't buy her the life she wanted. He couldn't buy her the silk, the pearls, or the status.
Clara was humming along, her hips swaying as she closed the register. "Listen to that," she laughed. "Easy for them to say, isn't it? They've got all the money in the world now."
"You know," she said, leaning her head on his shoulder as the song reached its final 'No, no, no, noooo!' , "I think I’d look better in cotton anyway, as long as I'm with you."
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