My now-fiancé was faced with a difficult task: planning a surprise proposal for someone who was already expecting it. And to make matters worse, the days were only growing colder. There were lies, deception. Fake-outs to throw me off the trail. But in the end, he used my own sister, Autumn, to lure me into a false sense of security. Oh, the betrayal! My sister is no stranger to a spontaneous photoshoot, it was something I have grown accustomed to over the years. What I didn’t know was that Jackson had been talking with her in the weeks leading up to that fateful day. So when she asked me, out of the blue, to do a sister photoshoot—along with knowing Jackson was feeling terribly sick—I was none the wiser to their collaborative scheme. My sister led me into the middle of the woods at Floyd’s Fork. After a few impromptu adventures, we found our way to a secluded, snow-covered bridge. We took some photos together, and then an all-too-familiar redhead made a dramatic appearance, coming down the stairs to “help us take a picture together.” In that moment, it hit me—I had been deceived. My dashing boyfriend got down on one knee and, just like that, became my fiancé. I couldn’t have asked for a better proposal, and I couldn’t have dreamed of a better person to spend the rest of my life with.