Ixora's eyes darted around, the cold air piercing into her skin. Blake was waiting for his response, the crowd was crying while awning happily at them. Audrey's eyes were misty because she already knew what her answer would be, and Nelly—she could understand the nervousness behind her silence.
She locked her gaze onto Blake, and she could see he was anxious, scared of rejecting him. She was worried about him; he had been in the rain for a long time. What if he catches a cold? Her fingers brushed her neck and...
"Come on, Ixora. Say yes!"
A fan shouted, jerking Ixora back to the present.
She looked and was able to see the other fans giving her a nod.
"Come on y'all, give her some hype!"
"Say yes!"
"Yes. Climb up the stage and accept him!"
"He's the best!
"What a perfect match!"
Ix
