Ethan’s POV

I frowned, turning sharply to look back at the stage. The loud drumming had suddenly stopped, leaving a strange emptiness in the bar. My eyes quickly found the reason.

Cayden.

He stood confidently on stage, holding a huge bouquet of bright red roses. They looked vibrant, beautiful—like her. My chest tightened painfully at the sight.

Katelyn stared at Cayden with surprise, clearly not expecting this gesture. Her drumsticks hovered mid-air, unsure of what to do next. The silence ...