Katelyn‘s POV

Ethan stood right in front of me, still holding the bouquet of white lilies and pale roses he brought down the theater aisle.

My hands trembled a little as I looked at Ethan, realizing that this was real, that he was really doing this in front of everyone.

He handed me the bouquet. Then he pulled a small velvet box out of his jacket pocket. He didn’t rush. He stood there, making sure that I was looking right at him.

People in the rows ahead of us were whispering. Phones were ...