CLARA
We were in the forest, surrounded by tall trees swaying gently in the wind. But it wasn't the trees or the shrubs that stole my breath. It was the scene before me. It looked like something pulled straight from a dream.
Twinkling fairy lights hung from low branches, casting a warm, gentle glow. Lanterns, glass and rustic tin alike, lined the area, their golden light reflecting off dew-damp grass. Wildflowers in jars and scattered petals turned the ground into a patchwork of soft color.
At the center stood a low table set for two, surrounded by plush cushions and a blanket. Glasses of sparkling cider caught the light, and a small cake waited beneath a cloche. Somewhere nearby, Ed Sheeran's Perfect played softly, wrapping the night in music.
My breath caught in my throat as I stared at William, eyes wide and unblinking. He smiled, his gaze shining in the glow.
Then, to my horror, he knelt down on one knee.
