Tamara's POV

"We are here," Larson said, a surprised expression on his face.

I, too, was surprised by what I was seeing.

The gazebo had beautiful white sofas in it and a white mat on the ground. Beautiful red candles were lit in a heart shape on the table, and in between was a red rose.

On the white sofa was a guitar, and right next to it was a beautiful card.

I quickly let go of his hand and went to grab the beautiful guitar with a wide smile.

I slowly touched it with ...