Betty's POV. 

The reception was still buzzing with music, laughter, and clinking glasses when Mason drifted toward me, nervous in a way I’d never seen him. 

His eyes weren’t on me as they kept flicking to where Claire stood, gazing up at the lantern-lit sky as if she were trying to calm her own racing heart.

I knew immediately what he was about to do.

So I nudged him subtly and mouthed, Go.

But he shook his head, swallowing hard. “Betty, please. Just get her outside. I— I’m ...