Imogene Scott

My breath catches in my throat as Keith reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small black box. No. This can’t be happening. My mind is spinning, trying to process everything all at once.

Don’t do this. Please.

By now, a lot of people have gathered with their phones up and looking at us with anticipating eyes. But this isn’t how it works. We can’t go for being barely friends to whatever we’re about to be.

Shit.

Keith drops down on one knee, opening the box to reveal a diamond ring that sparkles in the soft glow of the garden lights.

“Imogene Scott,” he says, softly. “Will...