After the dance, he took the red cloth and covered my eyes with it. Then, to my surprise again, he led me by the hand to a room. He said, “Enter,” and I entered.
The red cloth still covered my eyes as I heard faint footsteps approaching. Then silence. My heart raced — something was about to happen, but I couldn’t predict what.
“Emily,” Ethan's voice whispered close to my ear, making me flinch slightly. “Take off the blindfold.”
I slowly untied the cloth. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I blinked at the sight before me.
Petals — roses, lilies, and orchids — carpeted the room. Candles floated magically mid-air, flickering soft gold against the white marble. A velvet path stretched from where I stood to the far end of the room, where Ethan was now on one knee, holding a small black box
