Carol’s POV
I was a bit hesitant to take the rose first, but I thought it was not nice to hurt his feelings. Since when do I start to care about his feelings? We were walking outside while I was in his arms and a rose was in my arms.
“Don’t you get tired of carrying me?” I asked to erase the silence between us.
“Never. I like to carry you in my arms” He said with a smile. It was soothing outside with the sea breeze and from afar I saw there was a table set up.
The path was decorated with rose petals and on either side, some candles were lightened and covered with glasses so that they wouldn’t blow into the wind. At the end of the rose petal path, there was a table set up with two chairs, and the ground around the table was decorated with different types of colorful shells. Above the t
