Liam takes me to the roof of his building a week after Harper's wedding.
"Close your eyes," he says, guiding me up the last flight of stairs.
"We're already engaged. You know that, right?"
"Just close them."
I do. Feel him lead me through a door, cool night air hitting my face. Then he stops.
"Okay. Open."
The roof has been transformed. String lights crisscross overhead like stars brought down to earth. There's a telescope pointed at the sky. A blanket spread out with pillows, champagne in a bucket, a small table with covered dishes.
"Liam." My throat's tight. "When did you do this?"
"This afternoon while you were at the office. Had help from Harper and Jordan." He's nervous, I can tell by the way he's fidgeting. "I know we're already engaged. But that proposal was rushed. In my li
