Roxanne's POV
I'm standing in my room and staring at four different dresses laid out on the bed when it hits me—this isn't just dinner.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, and Isaiah's name lights up the screen.
“Picking you up at 7. Be ready.”
My stomach does that stupid fluttering thing it's been doing lately whenever he texts. I tell myself it's just the baby. It's just hormones. Just nerves about the gallery's opening tomorrow.
But it's a lie, and I know it.
This started three hours ago actually, when Isaiah called with what should have been a simple proposal.
"Let me take you to dinner tonight," he'd said. "To celebrate before the chaos of the opening starts tomorrow."
I'd hesitated, my hand instinctively going to my growing bump. "Isaiah, I don't know if that's—"
"Just as a c
