Ruined Her Dress, She Demanded an Unconventional Form of Payment. | Lesbian Story

the morning started like any other day at my downtown Boston Law Firm except it ended up being the day that changed everything I was running late for court rushing through the pretentious Cafe where all Us corporate types get our overpriced caffeine fix when my shoulder collided with someone my coffee went flying creating a spectacular Brown explosion across the most gorgeous green silk dress I'd ever seen and the equally gorgeous woman wearing it oh my God I'm so sorry I stammered grabbing nap from a nearby table the woman's green eyes flashed with anger matching the emerald

of her now ruined dress do you have any idea how much this Valentino costs her voice was low controlled but crackling with irritation something about her composure the way she held herself made my usual courtroom confidence evaporate I'll pay for it of course I said trying to dab at the stain while simultaneously maintaining professional distance I'm Sarah Mitchell here's my card I'm a partner at stop she held up one perfectly manicured hand you're making it worse our eyes met and something electric passed between us I noticed her dark hair was pulled back in an elegant

twist exposing a graceful neck that made my mouth go dry let me make this right I insisted pulling out my phone we can go to Newbury Street right now I'll buy you a new dress she laughed a sound that sent unexpected shivers down my spine I don't don't need your money Miss Mitchell the way she said my name made my knees weak but you can make it up to me by joining me for dinner tonight I blinked thrown off balance dinner but I don't even know your name Emma Richardson I curate the Hamilton Gallery she

wrote her number on a napkin her handwriting elegant and controlled 8:00 don't be late this time as she walked away the ruined dress clinging to her curves I realized I was still holding the napkin with her number my my heart was racing and not just from the caffeine in court that day I couldn't focus on my cases my mind kept drifting to green eyes and the Mysterious smile that had played across her lips when she'd invited me to dinner I told myself it was just guilt over the dress or professional networking the Hamilton Gallery was

one of our firm's biggest clients but deep down I knew there was something more something dangerous and exciting that made my skin tingle every time I thought about 8:00 by 7:30 I'd changed outfits three times and was pacing my apartment like a teenager before prom what was wrong with me I'd face down federal judges with less anxiety but something about Emma Richardson made me feel like I was standing on the edge of a cliff about to take a leap into unknown Waters I arrived at the restaurant at 7:55 determined not to be late again Emma

was already there wearing a black dress that made my mouth go dry as I sat down across from her she smiled and I knew my life would never be the same the next morning morning I walked into my office feeling like I was floating dinner with Emma had been intoxicating we talked for hours about everything and nothing and I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt so alive but reality Came Crashing back when my assistant dropped a thick file on my desk the Hamilton Gallery account needs immediate attention she said they're doing a complete inventory

for insurance purposes partner meeting in 10 minutes my stomach dropped I flipped open the file and there it was Emma Richardson lead curator the universe had a sick sense of humor in the meeting I tried to maintain my professional composure while explaining that I'd already met Miss Richardson I carefully omitted the coffee incident and subsequent dinner my senior partner seemed pleased saying our connection would make the collaboration smoother if he only knew the gallery's collection was worth millions and our firm was handling all the legal aspects of its Insurance renewal this meant long hours working

directly with with Emma the first time I walked into her office at the gallery she was perched on her desk glasses sliding down her nose as she studied a painting catalog well if it isn't my coffee as salant she smirked not looking up here to ruin more designer clothes I tried to focus on the contracts in my hand not the way her skirt wrote up her thighs strictly professional today Miss Richardson we have a lot of work to do the next few weeks were torture every late night spent reviewing inventories every shared takeout dinner in

her office every accidental brush of hands passing documents it all built up like electricity before a storm we developed a rhythm professional on the surface but charged underneath one evening after most of the staff had left Emma opened a bottle of wine we deserve this she said pouring two glasses we've been good all week the gallery was eerily quiet just us among the Priceless artworks the wine went straight to my head or maybe it was just her presence she was telling me about a new exhibition she was planning her eyes bright with passion and I

couldn't look away you're not listening to a word I'm saying are you she asked moving closer I'm sorry it's just I gestured helplessly you're incredibly distracting when you talk about art she set down her wine glass just when I talk about art the air between us crackled we were standing in front of a massive abstract painting all swirling colors and emotion Emma stepped closer and I could smell her perfume something expensive and intoxicating this is incredibly unprofessional I whispered but I didn't step back so fire me as your client she murmured her hand finding my

waist when our lips met it was like every cliche I'd ever rolled my eyes at fireworks electricity the world stopping her mouth was soft but demanding tasting of wine and possibility I Tangled my fingers in her her hair destroying that perfect twist and she made a sound that sent heat straight through me we broke apart breathless when a security guard's flashlight beam swept past the Windows Emma's lipstick was smudged her hair a mess and she'd never looked more beautiful well she said straightening her blouse with shaking hands I guess that settles the question of whether

this is purely professional I touched my lips still tingling from the kiss we're going to get in so much trouble she smiled that mysterious smile that had haunted me since the coffee shop darling some things are worth the risk as I drove home that night my lips still burning from her kiss I knew I was in deep trouble but for the first time in my carefully planned life trouble felt an awful lot like happiness Sunday dinners at my parents house had always been an obligation but now they felt like an interrogation my mother's laser focused

questions about my love life seemed particularly pointed today maybe because I was still wearing Friday night's smile Sarah dear Michael from church asked about you again mom said passing the potatoes such a nice young man and a doctor too I pushed food around my plate Mom I'm really focused on work right now at your age she exchanged meaningful glances with Dad darling there's more to life than corporate law your sister already has two children the weight of their expectations pressed down on me like a physical thing if they only knew I'd spent last night with

Emma drinking wine on her balcony trading kisses until dawn my phone buzzed speaking of Emma I excused myself to take a work call save me I whispered into the phone hiding in the garden that bad Emma's laugh warmed me even through the phone want me to Stage an emergency at the gallery don't tempt me I sighed watching through the window as my mother showed dad another eligible bachelor's Facebook profile sometimes I wish could just be yourself Emma's voice turned serious trust me I understand that's when she told me about Rebecca they'd been together for 3

years living what Emma called a halflife out to friends but hiding from family and professional circles Rebecca had ultimately chosen a conventional life married a man and moved to Connecticut it nearly broke me Emma admitted that's why I'm usually so careful now but with you she trailed off the vulnerability in her voice made my chest ache Emma Thunder cracked overhead making me jump the sky had turned an ominous gray while we'd been talking come over she said suddenly the gallery's closed today I'm just working on the new exhibition layout I glanced at the Gathering storm

then at my family through the window I'll be there in 20 minutes the rain was falling in sheets by the time I reached the gallery Emma let me in through the side entrance and I was struck by how different she looked looked in casual clothes jeans and an oversized sweater her hair loose around her shoulders you're soaked she said brushing wet hair from my face worth it to escape another round of why aren't you married yet she pulled me deeper into the gallery past half arranged exhibitions and bubble wrapped sculptures sometimes I think about telling

them all she said quietly just to see their faces but then I remember Rebecca how her family reacted I caught her hand turned turned her to face me the gallery was dark except for security lights casting dramatic Shadows across her face hey I said softly I'm not Rebecca the kiss started gentle but quickly turned desperate all our fears and frustrations pouring into it Emma backed me against the wall her hands sliding under my wet shirt the cold marble against my back contrasted sharply with the heat of her touch a security guard's radio crackled somewhere in

the building breaking the spell we jumped apart like guilty teenagers trying to catch our breath I should probably tell you something Emma said straightening her sweater the board is considering me for gallery director my heart sank that's amazing but but they're very conservative if they knew about us she gestured helplessly my whole career could implode I thought about my own firm about The Whispers that would follow if people knew about my family's expectations and the carefully constructed life I'd built so what do we do I asked reaching for her hand lightning flashed outside Illuminating her

face I don't know she admitted but I do know I'm not ready to let this go to let you go we stood there in the dark Gallery hands clasped listening to the storm rage outside both of us understood we were standing on the edge of something that could either destroy us or save us the question was were we brave enough to find out which letun get out of here Emma said one Friday afternoon appearing in my office doorway she was wearing a sundress that made her look like a Renaissance painting come to life I have

a cottage in Cape Cod just for the weekend my heart raced at the thought of two uninterrupted days with her away from prying eyes and professional obligations I have depositions on Monday bring your work she perched on my desk close enough that I could smell her perfume I'll bring mine we'll be responsible adults who happen to be escaping together two hours later we were driving down the coast windows down Salt Air whipping through our hair Emma had control of the music all obscure Indie bands I'd never heard of and kept stealing glances at me when

she thought I wasn't looking the cottage turned out to be a Charming weathered gray structure nestled in the dunes with a wraparound porch and an unobstructed view of the ocean this is not what I pictured when you said Cottage I admitted taking in the floor to ceiling windows and modern kitchen family money Emma said said dismissively but I caught a flash of discomfort in her eyes I rarely use it it feels too big for one person we spent the afternoon on the beach Emma sketching exhibition layouts while I reviewed contracts but as the sun began

to set work was forgotten we walked along the shore hands brushing talking about everything and nothing I used to imagine running away to Paris Emma confessed picking up a shell living in a tiny apartment surviving on wine and bread painting terrible pictures why didn't you she Shrugged family expectations the Practical voice in my head saying I needed a real career you know how it goes I did know all too well we made dinner together moving around the kitchen like we'd done it a hundred times before Emma was telling me about her first art show disaster

involving a broken sculpture and an unfortunately placed wine glass when my phone rang my mother's name flashed on the screen ignore it Emma said softly stepping closer I stared at the phone feeling the weight of expectations and obligations then I turned it off completely Emma's smile was worth it later we lay on a blanket on the beach Counting Stars the wine had left me pleasantly warm or maybe that was just Emma's presence she was pointing out constellations but I was watching her face the way her eyes lit up when she talked about things she loved

you're staring she murmured you're beautiful she rolled onto her side to face me and the air between us changed became charged with possibility when she kissed me she tasted like wine and Salt Air and freedom what happened next was inevitable beautiful and entirely ours under the stars with only the ocean as witness we crossed a line we couldn't uncross every touch every whispered word felt like coming home to a place I hadn't known I was missing the next morning I woke to sunlight streaming Through the Windows and Emma sketching me in her notebook stay still

she commanded when I stirred the light is perfect then my phone recently turned back on started ringing my mother's number again Sarah where are you we've been trying to reach you all night are you coming to brunch the Andersons are joining us and their son James is visiting from Seattle reality crashed back in I watched Emma's face close off slightly as she heard my mother's voice and my chest achd I'm sorry Mom I'm working on a big case I can't make it after I hung up Emma set aside her Sketchbook we should head back soon

real life awaits but neither of us moved instead we stayed in bed trading lazy kisses and pretending the outside world didn't exist for a few more precious hours we could just be us without labels or expectations or Consequences the drive back to Boston was quieter heavy with things we weren't saying we both knew this weekend had changed something fundamental between us the question was whether we were ready for what that meant I was reviewing case files in my office when my assistant's voice crackled over the intercom Miss Mitchell there's a David Cooper here to see

you the name hit me like a bucket of cold water David my ex from law school the one my mother still referred to as the One That Got Away what was he doing here before I could respond he walked in looking exactly like he had 3 years ago when he left for a position in Silicon Valley same confid smile same expensive suit same ability to make me feel like I was still that insecure firste associate Sarah he said warmly as if he hadn't broken things off via email you look amazing David I stayed behind my

desk maintaining distance this is unexpected I'm back in Boston permanently new position with Thompson and Meyer he sat down Uninvited I thought maybe we could get dinner catch up my phone buzzed a text from Emma gallery opening tonight wear that black dress that makes me forget how to speak I'm seeing someone I said perhaps too quickly oh his smile didn't falter anyone I know the gallery opening was packed Boston's Elite mingling among new installations Emma was in her element Charming potential buyers in a red dress that made my mouth go dry I watched her from

across the room remembering Cape Cod remembering stars and Salt Air Sarah Mitchell a voice beside me made me jump Bernard Hamilton himself the gallery's owner studying me over his champagne glass I understand you've been working closely with our Emma on the insurance matters something in his tone made me nervous yes sir she's very professional hm he watched Emma work the room she's up for gallery director you know the board votes next week it would be a shame if anything complicated that decision my blood ran cold before I could respond David appeared at my elbow Sarah

fancy meeting you here his voice carried drawing attention including Emma's I watched her expression change as she took in David's hand on my arm his familiar stance something flashed in her eyes hurt anger fear before her professional mask slammed back into place Mr Hamilton she said joining us smoothly I see you've met Miss Mitchell and this is David Cooper he supplied extending his hand Sarah and I go way back actually we were just discussing dinner plans were you Emma's voice could have Frozen helium how lovely the rest of the evening was Agony Emma threw herself

into her duties with almost manic energy while David hovered nearby reminiscing about law school I could feel both their gazes on me for entirely different reasons when the last guests finally left I found Emma in her office aggressively re organizing files it's not what you think I started really she slammed a drawer because I think your ex-boyfriend showed up to mark his territory and you let him I didn't let him anything he blindsided me you didn't exactly sent him packing either she ran a hand through her hair destroying its perfect Arrangement do you know what

Hamilton said to me that the board is concerned about my personal associations affecting my judgment Emma don't she held up a hand I can't do this right now I have a career on the line a life I've worked damn hard to build I crossed the room in three steps and kissed her she resisted for a moment before melting into it her hands fisting in my dress I don't want David I whispered against her lips I want you even if it scares me even if it's complicated she pulled back slightly studying my face it's going to

get more complicated the board vote is next week David's back in town your mother's probably already planning your wedding then we'll figure it out I touched her cheek together outside her office window Boston's lights twinkled like the stars over Cape Cod everything was messy and uncertain and terrifying but as Emma's lips found mine again I knew one thing for sure some complications were worth fighting for the Mitchell Family Thanksgiving dinner was always a production worthy of a Broadway show with my mother as the demanding director director and the rest of us her reluctant cast this

year however I'd added an unexpected element to her carefully scripted performance Emma you're bringing a friend mom had said over the phone her paw speaking volumes for Thanksgiving yes Mom Emma Richardson she's important to me another pause the gallery curator well that's lovely dear now standing in my parents driveway Emma squeezed my hand we can still run she whispered only half joking she looked stunning in a conservative burgundy dress that probably cost more than my first car Sarah my brother Matt's booming voice saved me from responding he bounded down the steps whiskey in hand and

you must be the mysterious Emma we've heard absolutely nothing about inside was chaos nieces and nephews running wild aunts gossiping in Corners the TV blaring football my mother appeared perfectly quaffed and wearing her company smile Emma Welcome to our home her eyes flickered to our still joined hands before we quickly separated Sarah dear help me in the kitchen in the kitchen mom kept shooting me strange looks while delegating tasks Emma seems cultured she said finally aggressively crimping pie crust she is I focused on chopping celery she's brilliant actually and kind and Sarah mom put down

her rolling pin is there something you need need to tell me before I could respond Matt appeared in the doorway hey sis your girlfriend's killing it out there she's got dad talking about Modern Art if you can believe it the celery knife clattered to the counter mom's face went pale girlfriend Matt's eyes widened as he realized what he'd done oh I thought I mean the way you look at each other I couldn't breathe the kitchen felt too small too hot through the doorway I could see Emma Charming my father her hands gracefully illustrating some point

about brush techniques she looked so beautiful so perfect and suddenly I was terrified of losing this all of this Mom I started not now her voice was tight we have guests we'll discuss this later the rest of dinner was excruciating mom maintained her Hostess smile while shooting concerned glances my way Dad oblivious kept asking Emma about Gallery operation my sister-in-law studied us with growing understanding then my youngest niece climbed into Emma's lap fascinated by her necklace and asked are you Aunt Sarah's princess the table went silent Emma met my eyes across the cranberry sauce actually

she said carefully I'm a curator that means I tell stories through ART but you look like a princess the child insisted and Aunt Sarah looks at you like Daddy looks at Mommy Matt choked on his wine mom's Fork hit her plate with a sharp clink that's when Emma did something remarkable she stood up shoulders straight and addressed my family mister and Mrs Mitchell I love your daughter I know this isn't what you planned for her but Sarah is the best thing that's ever happened to me I'm not asking for your blessing but I am hoping

for your understanding dad set down his Fork mom's hands trembled slightly the football game droned on in the background well Dad said finally anyone who can make Sarah smile like that can't be all bad mom burst into tears and fled to the kitchen my sister-in-law followed shooting me a sympathetic look I'll talk to her Matt said squeezing my shoulder as he passed later after most of the family had left I found Emma in the garden smoking a cigarette a habit she'd supposedly quit I'm sorry she said not looking at me I shouldn't have I cut

her off with a kiss that tasted of smoke and wine and courage thank you I whispered against her lips for being braver than me inside I could hear Matt arguing with mom defending us dad was doing dishes humming off key the world hadn't ended it had shifted certainly but maybe into something more honest more real Emma stubbed out her cigarette your brother's pretty great yeah I smiled taking her hand he is and so are you we went back inside to face whatever came next together sometimes I was learning the scariest leaps led to the softest

Landings The summons to the managing Partners meeting came on a Tuesday Morning the conference room felt colder than usual six pairs of eyes studying me like I was a problematic legal brief Sarah Richard the senior partner began we need to discuss your involvement with the Hamilton Gallery account my stomach dropped is there a with the work the work is excellent he said carefully however certain personal entanglements have been brought to our attention of course Bernard Hamilton must have talked to them I sat straighter channeling every ounce of courtroom confidence I possessed my relationship with Emma

Richardson has no bearing on my professional capabilities it's not about capabilities Janet another partner cut in it's about appearances we've received concerns from other clients about potential conflicts of interest other clients then it hit me David Cooper Richard shifted uncomfortably Thompson and Meer has expressed reservations about continuing their relationship with us given the situation my phone buzzed in my pocket Emma I ignored it focusing on keeping my voice steady are you asking me to choose between my personal life and my career we're asking you to consider what's best for for the firm meanwhile across town

Emma was facing her own Inquisition she told me later how the board meeting went the raised eyebrows the pointed questions about her lifestyle choices the thinly veiled threats about the gallery's conservative donor base when we finally met that evening it was in the courthouse stairwell neutral territory Emma looked exhausted her usual perfect posture slightly slumped they postponing the director decision she said without pre amble citing concerns about judgment and stability my firm wants me to recuse myself from the gallery account I leaned against the cold wall apparently I'm a liability this is ridiculous Emma paced

The Landing we're not doing anything wrong tell that to the board members who pulled their donations or to David Cooper who's apparently been sharing his concerns about my personal situation with every law firm in Boston she stopped pacing I'm sorry this this is my fault if I hadn't been so public at Thanksgiving I crossed the space between us in two steps cutting her off with a kiss it was fierce and desperate echoing in the empty stairwell don't you dare apologize for being yourself I whispered against her lips for being brave a door opens somewhere above

us voices echoing we jumped apart like guilty teenagers straightening clothes and hair what are we going to do Emma asked her voice small I thought about about the firm about 15 years of working toward partnership about Emma's dream of being director of transforming the gallery into something revolutionary we fight I said firmly I'll find new clients you'll find new donors we'll prove them all wrong Sarah no I took her hand I spent my whole life playing by their rules being the good daughter the perfect associate hiding who I am I'm done Emma studied our joined

hands you could lose everything not everything I squeezed her fingers not you the door above opened again footsteps approaching this time we didn't jump apart let them see let them whisper let them try to break us the Galler's hosting a major fundraiser next week Emma said suddenly all the big donors the board members the Boston Elite and a slow smile spread across her face the dangerous one I'd fallen in love with and maybe it's time to show them exactly who we are no hiding no apologies that's professional suicide maybe she pulled me closer or maybe

it's professional Revolution the footsteps grew closer any second now someone would round the corner and find us the corporate lawyer and the gallery curator planning our own kind of rebellion in a courthouse stairwell you know what I grinned let's give them something to really talk about when the group of judges and lawyers turned the Corner they found us in a kiss that would have scandalized the entire Boston Legal community and for the first time in my professional life I didn't care who was watching the letter arrived on heavy cream stationary embossed with the Lou's logo

I watched Emma's hands tremble as she read it her face growing paler with each line they want me she whispered as their new modern art curator in Paris my coffee cup stopped halfway to my mouth we were in her kitchen morning sunlight painting Everything Gold making this moment feel surreal Paris 2-year contract with option to extend she set the letter down carefully as if it might explode full creative control housing allowance budget that makes the Hamilton Gallery look like a corner Art Shop that's amazing the words felt like ashes in my mouth it's everything I

ever dreamed of she wouldn't meet my eyes before you the sil and stretched between us heavy with unspoken words outside Boston traffic hummed oblivious to our world shifting on its axis when do they need an answer 2 weeks she finally looked at me come with me Emma your French is better than mine anyway and international law firms are always hiring I can't just abandon my practice even as I said it I hated myself a little my clients my responsibility is right she stood abruptly Gathering breakfast dishes your perfectly planned life the next two weeks were

Agony we tried to act normal but the letter sat between us like a wall at work I threw myself into cases staying late avoiding The Empty Apartment that reminded me of decisions I couldn't make Emma stopped sleeping over started taking calls in French when I was around each time she mentioned Paris her eyes got a little brighter while something in my chest got a little tighter then came the night I found her crying in her Gallery office surrounded by half-packed boxes I turned it down she said before I could speak what why because I love

you you idiot she wiped her eyes angrily because the thought of being in Paris without you feels worse than giving up my dream job I crossed the room pulled her up from her chair no no you're not turning it down not for me not for us the words hurt but they were right this is your dream dreams change but regret doesn't I cued her face I've watched you light up every time you talk about Paris about what you could do there I light up when I talk about you too then we'll figure it out long

distance visits something I kissed her softly but I won't be the reason you give up Paris we spent that night in her apartment loving each other with a desperate intensity that spoke of endings and Beginnings every touch every kiss felt like memorizing like saying goodbye the morning brought Clarity and pain and a kind of Peace Emma booked her flight to Paris I helped her pack each item we wrapped in bubble wrap feeling like another piece of my heart being carefully stored away the night before she left we sat on her Empty Apartment floor sharing a

bottle of wine and memories remember the coffee shop she laughed you looked so horrified when it hit my dress remember Cape Cod the Stars remember our first kiss in the gallery each memory was a gift and a wound when the wine was gone we made love one last time on the bare floor slow and sweet and sad Dawn found us Tangled together neither willing to be the first to let go at the airport Emma turned to me before security this isn't goodbye forever she said fiercely just goodbye for now I kissed her not caring who

saw go be brilliant in Paris the rest will work itself out she disappeared through security taking my heart with her I stood there long after she was gone watching planes take off into the morning Sky each one possibly carrying her further away my phone buzzed a text from Emma already at her gate J I smiled through tears typing back Jame OC now go change the art World sometimes love means letting go sometimes it means watching someone else's dreams take flight while yours Crash and Burn and sometimes just sometimes it means having faith that what's meant

to be will find its way back home 3 weeks after Emma left for Paris I found myself standing at a Podium at the Massachusetts bar association's annual Gala staring out at a sea of Boston's legal Elite my hands trembled slightly as I adjusted the microphone as many of you know I began I've been nominated for the Young attorney Achievement Award polite Applause but before you vote there's something you should know about me in the front row Richard from my firm shifted uncomfortably he knew what was coming I'd warned him sort of I'm in love with

a woman the words rang out in the suddenly silent Ballroom her name is Emma Richardson and until recently she was the curator at the Hamilton Gallery Whispers rippled through the crowd I saw David Cooper's face turn an interesting shade of purple I've spent my entire career hiding who I am afraid it would affect my professional standing and you know what it did when our relationship became public I lost clients colleagues stopped making eye contact my own firm suggested I reconsider my choices I took a deep breath thinking of Emma in Paris being brave in her

own way but here's the thing I'm still the same lawyer who won the Bradberry case still the same person who graduated top of her class at Harvard my ability to practice law hasn't changed because of of who I love The Whispers had stopped every eye was on me so yes I'm gay and yes I'm damn good at my job if that's a problem for any of you I suggest examining why because it's 2024 and we're better than this the silence stretched for what felt like eternity then from the back of the room someone started clapping

others joined in slowly at first then building to a thunderous Applause later that night my phone exploded with not ifications a video of my speech had gone viral in legal circles the Boston Globe wanted an interview but the message I cared about most was from Emma just saw your speech online wish I could have been there you're incredible also check your email I opened my laptop to find Emma had sent a link to an online Gallery exhibition the landing page showed a portrait me in the morning light at Cape Cod hair messy smile unguarded the

exhibition was titled love in light a study in Courage my breath caught as I scrolled through the images there were dozens of them candid moments Emma had captured over our time together me working late at her Gallery us laughing in her kitchen my Silhouette against the ocean at Sunset each photo was accompanied by a short piece of text telling our story from her perspective the final image was the most striking a close-up of our joined hands on that last morning at the airport my legal briefcase visible in the background the the exhibition was scheduled to

open at a prestigious Paris Gallery the following week the description read an exploration of Love identity and the courage to be oneself in a world that demands Conformity my phone rang Emma are you angry she asked without Preamble angry Emma this is beautiful it's also my statement she said softly my version of your speech the gallery director here saw it and well they're giving me my own show I smiled through tears look at us causing scandals on two continents I miss you she whispered I miss you too but we're doing what we need to do

that night I couldn't sleep I kept thinking about courage how it comes in different forms sometimes it's a speech at a Podium sometimes it's art on a gallery wall sometimes it's just being honest about who you are and who you love the next morning the Massachusetts Bar Association announced the winner of the Young attorney Achievement Award my name was conspicuously absent from the list but my inbox was full of emails from young lawyers thanking me for giving them courage to be themselves worth it I thought looking at Emma's exhibition again some victories don't come with

trophies they come with the knowledge that you've changed something even if it's just one person's world and sometimes that's enough Christmas in Boston had always been Picture Perfect like something out of a Hallmark movie this year though the snow felt more more like confetti at a party I wasn't really attending 6 months had passed since Emma left for Paris and everything felt muted then my mother called we'd like you to bring Emma to Christmas dinner she said her voice determined I know she's in Paris but surely she can visit we we'd like to do this

right this time I nearly dropped my phone mom I've been thinking about what you said at Thanksgiving and that speech you gave she paused I've been doing a lot of thinking actually and some reading there's this support group for parents I had to sit down that evening I was telling Emma about it over FaceTime when she got oddly quiet what if I could come she said finally but your show opens January 15th she bit her lip I could fly in for Christmas week if you want if I want I laughed Emma I want you here

every second she smiled that mysterious smile I'd Fallen in love with then check your email there it was a flight itinerary Boston December 23rd to January 2nd but how the gallery's closing for the holidays anyway and she hesitated I turned down their offer to extend my contract my heart stopped what I'm coming home Sarah for good they offered me a position as a visiting curator 4 months a year in Paris the rest in Boston Best of Both Worlds I couldn't speak couldn't breathe unless she looked uncertain unless you don't want don't you dare finish that

sentence the next two weeks crawled by I threw myself into preparing for Emma's return cleaning my apartment obsessively buying her favorite wines then finally I was standing at Logan International watching her walk through arrivals she looked different more confident somehow more herself but when she smiled it was still my Emma we didn't speak until we got to my car then she turned to me and said I have something to show you she pulled out her tablet opened a real estate listing a brownstone in Back Bay with huge windows and a space perfect for a private

Gallery I've been saving she said quietly and with the new contract if you wanted it could be ours I stared at her are you asking me to move in with you I'm asking you to build a life with me she took my hand one where neither of us has to choose between our dreams and each other Christmas dinner at my parents house was different mom had clearly gone overboard trying to make up for Thanksgiving rainbow cookies books about famous lgbtq artists conspicuously displayed on the coffee table Emma she said during dessert tell us about Paris

and this new Arrangement you'll have as Emma described her plans I watched my family dad was actually listening not just pretending to Matt was grinning like an idiot even my conservative aunt was nodding along later looking at properties with Emma's real estate agent everything felt surreal the agent an older woman named Joyce didn't bat an eye when we introduced ourselves as a couple you should see the master bathroom she said leading us upstairs perfect for two people who need to get ready for work at the same time standing in what could be our future home

Emma slipped her hand into mine what do you think I looked around the light streaming through huge Windows the space that could be our shared office the kitchen where we could make breakfast together I think I said slowly that we need to make an offer that night in my soon to be former apartment Emma traced patterns on my skin you know what I realized in Paris hm that sometimes you have to leave home to find it she propped herself up on an elbow and sometimes it's not a place at all it's a person I pulled

her down for a kiss outside Boston sparkled with Christmas lights somewhere a real estate agent Was preparing our offer in Paris an exhibition waited for its curator to return but not forever and here in this moment everything felt exactly right one year later I found myself standing in the same Cafe where I'd first spilled coffee on Emma's designer dress the place hadn't changed same pretentious menu same overpriced lattes same morning Rush of corporate types to busy to watch where they're going but everything else had changed I fingered the small velvet box in my pocket watching

the door Emma was running late as usual something about a last minute crisis with her latest exhibition some things never change the Bell above the door chimed and there she was still taking my breath away even after all this time her hair was shorter now more Parisian Chic but her smile was pure Emma sorry I'm late she said kissing me quickly you wouldn't believe the morning I've had the lighting designer completely misunderstood the concept and letun go for a walk I interrupted she gave me a curious look but followed me outside the Autumn air was

crisp leaves dancing around our feet as we made our way to the small park across the street Sarah Emma's voice was puzzled what's going on I turned to face her taking both her hands and mine behind her the sun was setting painting the sky in the same colors as her first exhibition of us all warm Golds and soft pinks do you remember what you said to me that first night when I offered to buy you a new dress she laughed I said I didn't need your money but you'd take my time instead I squeezed her

hands that was the moment you know even if I didn't realize it then the moment the moment everything changed the moment my carefully planned life went beautifully wonderfully off track understanding dawned in her eyes as I dropped to one knee right there in front of the evening commuters and dog walkers Emma Richardson you turned my world upside down you made me brave enough to be myself to fight for what matters to love without apology I pulled out the box will you marry me she was crying and laughing at the same time did you really bring

me back to the coffee shop for this well I thought about doing it at the gallery but I opened the box revealing a vintage Art Deco ring I'd found in Paris during my last visit this felt more like us messy and unexpected and perfect yes she whispered then louder yes the small crowd that had gathered burst into Applause as I slipped the ring onto her finger and she pulled me up into a kiss later that evening at the gallery opening Emma couldn't stop smiling as she showed off her ring the exhibition was a retrospective of

her work including the photos from Paris but the centerpiece was new a massive canvas showing two women in a cafe one spilling coffee their lives about to collide my mother cried during her toast to my daughters she said emphasizing the plural dad just hugged us both Whispering something in Emma's ear that made her tear up the Hamilton Gallery board members who'd once threatened Emma's career now fonded over her Paris success my old Law Firm had sent congratulations along with an offer to return which I'd politely declined my new El lgbtq advocacy practice was thriving as

the night wound down Emma Found Me by The Coffee painting I have something to tell you she said that familiar mysterious smile playing on her lips another secret exhibition better she took my hand placed it on her stomach I've been approved the fertility treatments worked I stared at her speechless say something she whispered I pulled her close kissing her deeply not caring who saw when we broke apart I pressed my forehead to hers I love you I said simply all of you always she smiled against my lips even when I spill coffee on you especially

then outside Boston glittered under a perfect Autumn Sky inside our friends and family celebrated not just our engagement but everything it represented love that breaks boundaries courage that changes worlds and the Beautiful chaos of two lives becoming one and in 9 months our family would grow again proving that the best stories don't end with happily ever after they just keep getting better