Justin's POV.
I really could not remember the last time I felt this sense of warmth in my chest at seeing someone so happy and knowing that I was the cause for the happiness.
But here, in this moment, as I watched Scarlett look from the lights and multiple candles to the flowers strewn across the pathway like with more lights in the form of lanterns. She let out a tiny gasp, her plump limps parting ever so lightly when she saw the neatly set table that was erected for two and I recalled the taste of those lips from a few days ago outside that Café.
Scarlett's perfectly round green eyes glazed over when she turned to me. Instinctively, I moved closer and caught her delicate hand in mine.
"Thank you." Her voice cracked as she spoke but her attention was now focused on our intertwined
