Everyone turned.
Scarlett was already stepping forward.
Her face was flushed with determination. Her heartbeat thumped in her chest like a drum, her hands clutching the small white flower Bella had plucked for her.
Zion blinked, confused, sitting on the log with a blanket over his lap. "Scar…?"
Scarlett inhaled sharply and pushed her hair behind her ears, and then, before anyone could blink, she dropped to one knee.
On the soft grass, under the glowing string lights, right in front of Zion.
"WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING, SCAR?!" Jason shrieked so loudly that even the birds sleeping in nearby trees flapped awake.
Dominique choked on his drink. Jay froze mid-bite of a roasted marshmallow. Jace held his breath. Casper whispered, "Oh my god, she is proposing to Zion."
But Scarlett did not look at any of them.
Her eyes were fixed only on Zion, the calm, gentle giant who had taken care of her nausea, her candies, her pillows, her storms.
