“Of course! That’s easy enough to arrange,” Stephanie said with an encouraging smile. “You two have a history, and it’s obvious she hasn’t moved on. If you confess, I’m sure it’ll work out!”
Hearing that, a confident smile spread across Cyril’s face. When he looked at me, there was a glint of triumph in his eyes.
But I didn’t think much of it and brushed it aside.
Two days later, Stephanie and Serena’s close friends worked out the details for the confession. They decided that the perfect setting would be a countryside trip to watch a fire-dancing performance. After all, they said, true feelings reveal themselves in moments of excitement and chaos.
When we arrived at the venue, the crowd was massive. Since I wasn’t a fan of packed spaces, I planned to wait on the sidelines.
But Cyril wouldn’t let me off the hook. With the growing crowd, he grabbed my arm and pulled me right into the thick of it.
Soon enough, we found ourselves at the very front, where the view of the performance was crystal clear.
As the show began, fire erupted into dazzling sparks, lighting up the dark night.