The golden rose glittered in Darius's hand as every eye locked onto him.
Yuna stood near the edge of the shaded lounge, her expression unreadable, arms folded, hips tilted slightly in that confident, alluring way that made her look like she belonged on a red carpet. Alicia, Emma, Avery—they all watched, each holding their breath.
Darius smiled.
"I choose... Yuna."
The moment the words left his lips, the crowd's collective inhale was palpable.
Yuna blinked, caught off guard despite the chemistry they shared. Then she gave a small, amused smile and stepped forward to accept the rose from his hand.
The cameras zoomed in as her fingers brushed against his, lingering just long enough to spark something more in the air. Her soft "thank you" was barely audible, but it carried a weight of meaning.
"Wow," Harry said, clearing his throat and turning back to the audience with a knowing smirk. "Didn't see that one coming!"
He absolutely did.
