“You let me cry for three days,” I managed.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I needed it to be perfect. I needed the whole room to see.”
“See what?”
And Logan Carter, in his dress blues, in the middle of my senior prom with the entire school watching, got down on one knee.
Chapter 5: A Carter Keeps His Word
He pulled a small ring from his pocket — his grandmother’s, I’d learn later, the one she wore through fifty years of marriage.
“I’m not asking you to marry me tomorrow,” Logan said, kneeling there while two hundred people held their breath. “You’ve got school, and dreams, and a whole life to build first, and I want you to build every bit of it. I’m asking you to let me spend the rest of mine keeping my promises to you. Starting with this one — our dance. Will you wait for me, Hailey? Will you be my future?”
