Blind Date Turned Proposal

Heather’s humiliation was palpable. Her ears burned as she felt the disdainful stares of the crowd bore into her.

Caesar’s jaw tightened, muscles twitching as he tried to contain his anger. “Ms. Riley,” he said, his voice tight with barely suppressed rage. “You should make up for your mistake by following Ms. Olsen’s orders.”

Heather bit her lip so hard that she tasted blood. “I will,” she responded, her voice barely above a whisper.

Heather raised the bottle of wine and approached the crowd. “More wine?” she asked, her voice small and uncertain.

“Excuse me, sir,” she called to the passersby, her voice trembling. “Would you like more wine?”

“Hello…”

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air, broken only by Summer’s smirk as she watched the scene unfold.

“This is nonsense!” Claudia said, wanting to offer her help to the young lady, but Arnold held her back.

her head as a Mercedes Benz pulled up to the Olsens’ house. The driver got out and opened the door for a man in a black suit. He had

exclaimed excitedly, holding onto the dress as she sprinted towards

stood frozen, her smirk fading as she recalled

scanned the crowd, his gaze falling on Heather, whose face was pale. His

like this?”

into a wide grin as she stared at their interlocked hands. Although Dexter didn’t think much of it, it

to face the consequences for ruining Ms. Olsen’s dress,” he announced. “Apologize to Ms. Olsen, and we’ll let you

were caught in her throat as she tried to process

to Dexter’s, then skittered away to Summer’s. “Ms. Olsen, I’m so sorry,” she quavered. “It wasn’t intentional,

flicked to the crowd, then back to Heather. She knew she couldn’t make a scene. “Alright,

shot Dexter a grateful look before disappearing into the

attention to Dexter. “What took you so long? I was starting to think you weren’t coming,” she continued, her voice dripping with honey.