“I wanted to be wrong,” she blurted out, finally meeting my eyes. “It took me too long to admit it, even to myself, but I did. I’d decided your questionnaire wouldn’t work, and I was too stubborn to see beyond that. But you were right, Corban. You were right the whole time. Your questionnaire works. It made me fall in love with you. Although…” “Although what?” “It wasn’t just the questionnaire that made me fall in love. It was you.”
