Stephanie's POV
The little boat bumped softly against the wooden dock of the tiny island. It wasn't even a real island. Just a big piece of land in the middle of the lake with a few trees and a flat, grassy spot. But in the dark, with the stars above, it felt like our own private world.
Cane tied the boat up and held out his hand. "Watch your step."
I took it and stepped onto the grass. Then I stopped. My breath caught.
In the middle of the clearing was a small, round table. It was covered with a white cloth. Two chairs sat facing each other. On the table were two plates covered with silver domes, wine glasses, and a little vase with a single red rose. All around the table, more of those tiny fairy lights were strung in the low branches of the trees, twinkling like fireflies that decided to stay.
I turned to him, my mouth open. "Cane… what is all this? When did you do this?"
