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"You look beautiful," I repeated. "Right now. In this light. In that sweater. You have always been beautiful. I was just too stupid to review the evidence."

He had zoomed in on the background.

In the photo, Kirana was mid-laugh, holding up a spoonful of gulai. But behind her, slightly out of focus, was a woman at a corner table. She was leaning forward, whispering something to a small child. The woman had her hair down—long, black, and wavy, cascading over the shoulders of a simple cream linen dress. She wasn't wearing glasses. Her face was tilted in profile, and the soft, rainy light from a window caught the line of her jaw, the curve of her cheek, the small, genuine smile as she listened to the child. review ternyata istriku cantik

"You're an idiot," she whispered.

"I know," I said, and I pulled her into my arms. "You look beautiful," I repeated