EMMA’s POV :
Racing towards the art classroom, I was smiling from ear to ear. I pushed the door open with both hands and my eyes lit up as soon as I saw what was inside.
Ian was standing in the middle of the room. Behind him were eight canvases, each had a letter painted of them and together they spelled: M A R R Y M E ?
“Ian…” I gaped breathlessly. Somehow the air escaped my lungs and I couldn’t breathe. Maybe it was because of all the running, or maybe it was because of Ian. Suddenly my vision was blurred. Tears pooled around my eyes. My brain went to overdrive and I could think. All I could do was stand there, frozen in shock.
“You found me,” he said triumphantly and strode towards me with a smile.
My eyes darted to the letters behind him again and it finally regi
