I looked up at the starry night and sighed. Tomorrow it would be hard to tidy away this sanctuary that Charlie had built for me. I shut my eyes but then I heard him moving behind me.
‘Come to bed,’ he whispered.
‘Okay,’ I mumbled.
We crawled inside the tent and lay in each others’ arms. He kissed my head and said, ‘Sophie, will you marry me?’
I looked up in shock as he held out his great grandmother’s wedding ring.
‘Yes!’ I cried and slipped the ring on.
And so ended my perfect summer.
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