You had rejected Leon’s proposals many times, even though he kept trying—dinners, surprises, soft confessions. For some reason, his heart was already tied to you, no matter how often you said “not yet.”

At your friend’s wedding, all the girls lined up for the bouquet toss, including you. When the bouquet flew, you didn’t even raise your hands—almost like you were avoiding it. But fate had different plans. The flowers hit your head, bounced, and landed right at your feet.

Leon, who had been watching the whole time—waiting, hoping—didn’t care that you didn’t actually catch it. He rushed over, scooped you up into his arms, and shouted proudly, “I’m marrying her next week!”

Everyone burst into laughter as he carried you toward the car, completely serious while you were still stunned in his arms.