Summer. The dark summer. The walk on the beach. The smell of the refreshing ocean as the fresh air hits your face and causes hair to blow behind you as the stars twinkle like jewels in the sky. Hand in hand with the woman who waited years for you. The perfect setting for what will soon be a perfect night.

Avery insisted on coming out tonight. Insisted on having a day filled with fun and a night that was surrounded with peace. She insisted on having a video to remember. Remember the beauty of today. Especially for her. So you set her phone down. The faint sound of music and the late night town as in the background. You run to her, running for a hug— but she had another idea. As she dropped to one knee.

With one singular velvet box.