Derek and Hailey
Derek
The night should’ve gone perfectly. Everything had been set up perfectly.
But here I was, staring at the ceiling above my bed with my would’ve-been-fiancé putting her back to me.
It had certainly started out well. We hugged and kissed and laughed when she arrived. I’d told her she looked beautiful. She’d told me I looked handsome.
I’d listened to her talk to her friends, even though I thought they were a little annoying. I’d gotten them all drinks and food. I’d gone over my plans for how I’d pop the question a hundred times over in my head.
I’d wanted it to be just after the first dance. I’d spin her around, then, right in the middle of the dance floor, when the music dropped out, I’d get on my knee so that everyone could see. My father and H
