"Are you... serious?"
Mia Grant watched him with suspicion.
Yates Donovan sighed helplessly and pulled her back. "Wanna bet? Let's just stand here by the theater exit and wait."
"Wait for what?"
"You'll see in a minute."
Ten minutes later, four or five theater employees struggled to push out a moon-shaped flower wall of pink and purple blossoms on a cart.
"See?" Yates Donovan jutted his chin. "If I hadn't shown up, you would have seen this thing the moment the movie ended."
"..."
Mia Grant believed him.
"But Kian Keller didn't propose to me. That pigeon's egg of a diamond... no, wait, it wasn't a ring at all. It was a brooch."
"He brought it as a formal apology."
"Is that so?" Yates Donovan's tone was nonchalant, almost careless.
Mia Grant found this strange. She shook off his hand and turned to face him.
"You came back today just to ruin Silas Grant's proposal? Then why weren't you nervous when you heard Kian Keller was proposing to me?"
