"Oh my, oh my, who's that lucky girl?"
"No need to ask, it must be Louisa!"
The bitterness in my mouth intensified, my mind growing more blank.
I reached for an elegant glass nearby.
"Don't drink."
In my tipsy haze, I belatedly realized the room had eerily quieted down.
I turned, Jaxton's face bursting into view, his beauty undiminished despite the overlapping images.
He took my glass from me, the hand that held the rose.
I stared at my empty palm, dumbfounded.
"Taylor, move aside, blocking the way!"
It dawned on me that Louisa was right beside me.
I quickly got up to give Jaxton space.
But his large hand pressed on my shoulder. I gazed blankly as Jaxton crouched down to meet my eyes.
"Taylor, be my girlfriend, date me, hmm?"
His magnetic voice surprised me as I lifted my gaze.
His lips touched my forehead, cool and soft.
It felt like my mind exploded into a blank slate.
The ringing of my phone snapped me back to reality.
The ride-hailing driver was waiting downstairs.
I hurriedly packed my bags, carefully placing the dried rose in the suitcase.
It was 9 p.m. when I reached the airport.
With an hour left before boarding, I found a dessert shop and ordered a cup of hot milk.