At the center of the dance floor, William was swarmed by a crowd of reporters and photographers who all seemed to be more excited than him. They took pictures relentlessly, not wanting to miss anything.
Frank thought he was the person closest to William—the one who knew him best. The two of them had lived together ever since they were ten until they were thirty years old, but apparently, there were still things about him he was unfamiliar with. For one, he never knew that William could dance so passionately.
On top of his electrifying connection he had with Mary, his every move complemented hers so well that one wouldn't be able to deny that they were indeed meant for each other.
Frank knew he had no other choice. Slowly, he retreated and disappeared into the crowd behind him.
"He is... Does he look like he's confessing his love to Mary?" Archer asked with raised eyebrows as he stared at the dancing William.
"Yes, and I'm sure everyone sees it," Victor responded, nodding ever so slightly.
"Ha ha..." Lucas' lips formed a resigned smile and he said, "I can't believe William still has tricks up his sleeve. I never expected that he could do this!"
Mary, who was now embarrassed by all the attention sent her way, tried her hardest to escape William's grasp. Unfortunately for her, the man had no
on lights everywhere. The stars were shining. It was really like a fairy tale.
"Let's go." William led her in. They walked hand in hand.
"It's so late. Can we still play here?" Mary was a little worried.
"I know magic!"
As he spoke, William snapped his fingers and fireworks lit up on both sides of the road.
"Mary, come with me." Then they continued to walk forward hand in hand.
"Oh my God!" Mary exclaimed in disbelief. She was overwhelmed by so many surprises tonight.
The beautiful and luxurious sky wheel was like a bright pearl, emitting colorful light. The light on the sky wheel was like an open umbrella, quietly waiting for them.
The two came all the way here. With a gesture of "please", William helped Mary sit in a cabin.
Mary walked in. When she turned around, she saw a large bouquet of champagne roses squeezing into the cabin door.
Before Mary could say anything, William's head had been exposed from the roses. With a rare shyness on his face, he said, "I didn't expect that nine hundred and ninety-nine roses would be such a big bunch. You probably can't take them."
Then he stepped into the cabin as well.
"Here you are."
Like a shy big boy, William handed the roses to Mary.
"I..."
"Don't refuse!" William stressed his tone, leaving no time for Mary to think.