Blaise had already surpassed the first hurdle. He was Abby's boyfriend, whatever that meant, and couldn't afford to mess that up. No matter what, he had to convince her that he cared enough to marry her.
A long time ago she told him that her previous courtships (he realized now that they were boyfriends) didn't work out because they hadn't cared about her enough. He had to prove that he cared more than them so she wouldn't call things off with him too.
He had to think about what he knew she liked. Music…sweets from the bakery in town…children. Come to think of it, there had been flowers in her hair likely put there by children nearly every time he had seen her during the summer.
The mountain had cooled down significantly—there were speculations of the first snowstorm being soon—but there were still a few scattered patches of wildflowers here and there. He could pick her a bouquet to place on her nightstand.
