Allie
The moment Logan stepped onto the stage, I knew exactly what he had done.
He had turned my work into his performance.
The flowers appeared first.
White roses were carried across the stage and arranged behind us while the ballroom lights softened. The large screens that had displayed photographs of children and families only seconds earlier faded to black.
Then an old photograph appeared.
Logan and me at our engagement party.
I was laughing in the picture, one hand resting against his chest while the ring caught the light. He was looking at the camera instead of me.
The audience reacted immediately.
A soft wave of surprise moved through the ballroom.
More photographs followed.
Our first public event together.
A holiday.
An awards ceremony.
The day he proposed.
Someone h
