Adelaide’s POV:
“Yes!” The word burst out of me louder than I intended, echoing across the rooftop like a declaration to the stars themselves.
My voice cracked on the second syllable, turning it into a half-laugh, half-sob of pure, unfiltered joy.
“Yesss, I do. God, Jax—yes.”
For a heartbeat, the world froze. The city lights below blurred into soft halos, the string lights overhead twinkling like they’d been waiting for this exact moment.
Jax’s hazel eyes widened, then crinkled with that boyish grin that had hooked me from the first night at the bar.
He rose from one knee in a fluid motion, the velvet box still open in his hand, the diamond catching every flicker of light and throwing it back like a promise.
“Addie…” His voice was rough, thick with emotion, as he slid the ring ont
