Yvienna's eyes suddenly widened when Kyle stood up without a word.
She watched him walk toward the fountain, where soft moonlight spilled over the stone edges and the flowers surrounding it—petals damp with mist, leaves trembling gently in the night breeze. He crouched down among them, his back turned to her, hands carefully moving through the blooms.
"Kyle…?" she called softly. "What are you doing?"
Confusion tugged at her as she watched him, lips pursed, heart beginning to beat faster for reasons she couldn't explain. For a moment, she thought he might be teasing her again—until he finally stood and turned toward her.
And then, he walked back.
Kyle stopped in front of her and slowly bent down on one knee.
"My sister's novel taught me that making a flower ring is magical," he said with a shy chuckle, holding up a small ring woven from tiny white petals and thin green stems. His eyes glimmered, warm and sincere. "She said it symbolizes promises made from the heart."
