I smiled at Lona and presented her with my present. "A white rose!! Isn't it pretty?"
She frowned, "Who gave you that?"
"Dante did."
She glanced at Dante and he quickly avoided her eyes. She looked back at me with a serious face, "Don't you know what a white rose means?"
I tilted my head in confusion, "What? Like it means something in flower language?"
Lona held her forehead in exasperation. Dante just chuckled, "I knew she didn't know what it meant. That's why I gave it to her."
Lona threw him a glance, "Really?"
I butted in, "Wait! What does it mean?!"
Lona explained, "Whenever a man gives a woman a white rose, it means he's proposing to her."
My mouth went dry, "Wut."
She continued, "If the woman wants to think about it, she will receive it. Then if she accepts the marriage, she will give him a handmade handkerchief. Of course, if a woman gives the man a handkerchief first, it means she's proposed to him."
My face paled, "Didn't I… Already give him a handkerchief?"
