Not knowing what to expect, he made his way into the dark of the forest. The note from Christie told him to follow the trail until he made it to a clearing. She would have a surprise waiting. He had no idea what the surprise would be. Christie could be pretty unpredictable.
As he drew closer to the clearing, he noticed trees with thick white ribbon wound around their trunks, bouquets of white flowers at their base. When he rounded the curve, his heart stopped. Christie was standing in the clearing, barefoot, wearing a white lace gown, a garland of wildflowers crowning her head. A justice of the peace stood behind her, looking confused. An older couple, whom Garrett assumed were Christie’s parents, stood off to the side beaming. It was a wedding.
“Surprise!” Christie yelled. “Happy one month anniversary!”
Garrett slowly walked down the makeshift aisle, strewn with white petals, took Christie’s hand in his and said, “I don’t think this is working out.”