Thalia Donovan
I took Cris’ hand and we stepped out of the lodge. He seemed unsure, but mostly nervous, of what was going on. I couldn’t blame him, surprises made me feel this way as well, but I don’t think Cris was used to this.
In my family, on almost every occasion, especially birthdays, one would throw a huge surprise for the celebrant. We love celebrating because we love making someone feel special.
Tonight, it’s Cris' turn to feel that way.
Although it was quite dark, except for the lamp posts around the snow-filled pathway, I didn’t feel unsafe or scared. That was only because I know nothing bad could ever happen if Cris was right next to me, holding my hand.
“Tell me what the surprise is, come on. I’m dying over here not knowing.” Cris exclaimed for the fifth time since we
