"Let's go take a look inside," Kenneth Yates said, taking Summer Lancaster's hand and leading her into the flower field. Summer's beige dress billowed in the gentle breeze, perfectly complementing the atmosphere.
"Kenneth Yates, I never knew you were so romantic."
"There's still a lot you don't know." Kenneth smiled, patting her head fondly. Summer felt as if she had everything she could ever want.
He brought her to the center of the flower field. From there, all they could see in every direction were champagne roses. They were immersed in the milky-white Floria, with eyes only for each other.
"Summer Lancaster, I love you." Summer's face lit up as she gazed into Kenneth's eyes. She threw her arms around his waist. "I love you too. So, so much."
Kenneth felt something wet on his arm. 'Is she crying?'
Summer had been waiting over a decade to hear those words. Thankfully... they hadn't missed their chance.
"Why are you crying?" Kenneth asked, letting go of her.
