As we stepped away from the crowd, she turned to me, her voice filled with excitement. “The confession setup is ready! Let’s hurry back and see how it goes!”
Albion's POV
Stephanie pulled me to the front entrance of the farmhouse inn.
Hanging from the love tree by the door were heart-shaped fairy lights, each one shimmering softly in the evening breeze. Among them were tokens of their past: handwritten love letters and photos of the two of them together.
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!”