Imogene Scott
My breath catches in my throat as Keith reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small black box. No. This can’t be happening. My mind is spinning, trying to process everything all at once.
Don’t do this. Please.
By now, a lot of people have gathered with their phones up and looking at us with anticipating eyes. But this isn’t how it works. We can’t go for being barely friends to whatever we’re about to be.
Shit.
Keith drops down on one knee, opening the box to reveal a diamond ring that sparkles in the soft glow of the garden lights.
“Imogene Scott,” he says, softly. “Will you marry me?”
I’m frozen. The words don’t make sense in my head. This is too soon. Too fast. And yet, here he is, proposing with a ring in his hand, and Damien standing just feet away, watching
