Freya:
When Zack said he would make it up to me, I expected it to be a nice little dinner. But from the looks of it, he had a very different idea.
We were standing on a well-lit path that led to a cozy-looking wooden cabin. Small lanterns lit up the whole area, so we could easily see everything in front of us.
"I take it you like it," Zack said, smiling at my puzzled face. He gently pulled my chin up and kissed me on the corner of my mouth. I nodded my head slowly, still unable to speak or process his words. He took my hand and led me to a tree stump that stood next to one of the lanterns. On the stump was a small bouquet of purple carnations. Zack picked it up and turned to look at me properly.
"One of the meanings of carnations is fascination, and I think that describes one
