Lie
It was strung with tiny white lights that twinkled like stars, casting a warm glow over the small wooden structure.
"Oh," I breathed. "This is beautiful."
Triston stopped walking. When I turned to look at him, he was staring at me with an intensity that made my heart skip.
"Iris," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't need musicians or perfect timing or elaborate plans. I just need you."
And then he was dropping to one knee, right there on the gravel path, pulling a small velvet box from his jacket pocket.
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