“And do not faint, when I will propose you.” Charlie warned Celeste, who sighed in frustration, rolling her eyes at Charlie’s words and simply sitting on the passenger seat of the car and resting her hands up against the window.
“I will try not to.” She smiled a fake one at him.
“I am being serious.” He warned Celeste.
“Don’t worry. I won’t faint.” She told him off, wanting him to stop for once.
They were inside Charlie’s Bentley that he was driving and Celeste was sitting on the passenger seat right next to him, wearing an all white plain knee length dress, that hugged her curves quite perfectly.
Charlie had asked her to come by his house in the very morning so that they could continue with their practice of the proposal, which this time Celeste only kept nodding to his question with
