The night air was cool, making it a nice walk from the house to the gazebo, a definite difference from the raging heat that had forced itself on most of the day. Carlos was trying hard not to look towards the gazebo as he made his way along the trail, but he couldn’t help and try to get glimpses of what Eugenio had in store.
He could see light coming from it but not much else. Carlos’s stomach was full of butterflies, and he could feel them the closer each step brought him. The lights grew brighter, which was a good thing, since even with the moonlight, the darkness loomed across the ranch.
When he reached the gazebo, Carlos could hardly believe what he saw. Eugenio had decorated the floor with rose petals, and white lights wrapped around almost every square-inch. At the center was a tab
