Oliver Westmore took a step forward, gently capturing Emma Hart's hand, and drew her to the rear of the car. The moment the trunk popped open, a bounty of delicate roses burst into view, their deep crimson petals exuding an enchanting fragrance.
Surveying the crowd around him, Oliver seemed to draw courage from their presence. With a voice louder than before, he declared, "Emma, this rose in your hand signifies you're my everything, while these roses behind me represent everything I'm willing to give you. I hope you can accept me."
Emma Hart, standing there, stared at Oliver Westmore, her eyes tracing the earnestness on his face. Yet, what could she do but let him down?
In a soft voice directed at Oliver Westmore, who was kneeling on one knee, Emma said, "Oliver Westmore, please stand up."
Emma looked at Oliver with a mix of discomfort and sympathy.
