(Juliette's POV)
Hands came over my eyes from behind. Warm. Familiar.
"Not yet," Dominic said, his chin dropping to my shoulder. "Give it a second."
I stood there and let him cover my eyes. Something in my chest cracked open - not pain, not warmth. Just a hollow echo. I remembered a night on the university lawn when he'd set off a small string of fireworks just for me. I remembered him on one knee, the ring box open in his hands, his voice shaking. All of it felt like it had happened to someone else.
"Okay," he said. "Now."
I opened my eyes.
Rose petals ran the length of the hallway. Heart-shaped balloons clustered near the walls. Candles and string lights turned the whole living room soft and amber. The dining table had a gift box on it, lid open.
Inside was the pink diamond set. A
