Standing beneath the tree, Cyril held a bouquet of pink roses—Serena's favorite. His voice trembled slightly as he poured his heart out to her.
Serena froze, clearly caught off guard by the spectacle.
The gentle wind brushed past, unsettling my supposedly calm thoughts. I couldn’t help but feel that even nature was testifying to the love between them. They were meant to be together. That was the best arrangement for everyone.
The crowd around us began to cheer and clap. Their voices echoed in unison: “Say yes! Say yes!”
Joining them, I clapped along and shouted, “Say yes to him!”
Serena’s head snapped toward me, her face a mix of shock and disbelief. “Albion, have you lost your mind? I’m your girlfriend!”
“What?” Stephanie, who had been quietly watching until now, widened his eyes in disbelief. “She’s your girlfriend?”
