A Question In Blue
782 Words
Blinking twice, Aurora’s eyes finally open, adjusting to the glaring lights in the room. Her gaze meets the concerned faces of her parents first.
“Mom? Dad?” she whispers.
Her mother smiles warmly in response. “We’re right here, sweetie. Are you feeling okay?”
Aurora nods, taking a deep breath. “Yes, I’m fine.”
Two more voices chime in almost immediately after, laced with concern. “Are you sure you’re fine, dear? We could call the doctor over...”
“I don’t need a doctor, Auntie, Uncle. I’m perfectly fine. You don’t need to worry,” Aurora chuckles, amused at how nervous they are.
“You can’t blame us, dear. You fainting like that in the middle of the hall gave all of us a scare. As a matter of fact, my poker-faced son didn’t look so good either—and that alone shows how alarming the situation was,” the middle-aged woman adds, her hands on her hips.
At the mention of her son, Aurora sits up straighter on the couch, but before she can rise, she feels a gentle tug on her hand. Turning to her right, she sees Landon squatting beside her.
“Are you alright, Rory?” he asks, his eyes filled with concern.
“Huh?” she responds dumbly, caught off guard.
“I asked if you’re feeling alright?” he repeats, the worry lines on his forehead deepening.
“He’s worried about me,” Aurora thinks in disbelief, her heart fluttering. The person in question—Landon Wellesley—is not just a dear friend but the only person she’s ever truly loved. He rarely shows emotion, known for his aloof demeanor and quiet strength, and yet here he is, kneeling beside her, eyes filled with concern.
Aurora smiles sweetly, blinking back tears. “Yes.”
“Good. Let’s get you on your feet then. I’ll help you up slowly, okay?” Landon says, and once she nods, he takes both of her hands in his and helps her stand, making sure she’s steady before letting go.
“Are you sure you don’t need a doctor, dear?” Julian Wynter, her father, asks again, eyeing his daughter’s petite yet lovely frame.
“I’m perfectly fine, Dad, really... I can even do this,” Aurora says cheerfully and begins to twirl playfully—only to lose her balance and stumble straight into a firm chest.
She steadies herself with one hand on her forehead, only to meet Landon’s subtle glare. He flicks her nose gently, and her face turns an interesting shade of crimson.
“Stay still, Rory,” he says with a faint smirk, “otherwise you’ll pass out again—and this time it won’t be because of my proposal.”
“Oh.” Aurora covers her face in embarrassment, which earns a round of chuckles from their loved ones and nearby guests who had gathered out of concern.
She steps out of Landon’s arms and finally takes in her surroundings. The grand hall glows with opulence—elegant decor, a gentle hum of conversation, and the soft strains of classical music in the background. A moderately sized stage stands prominently with a floral backdrop that reads “50th Anniversary.”
The buffet tables along the walls are laden with delicacies: desserts, entrées, and sparkling drinks—a glorious spread that would be mostly untouched by their diet-conscious, high-society guests.
Pushing aside that mildly depressing thought, Aurora chooses to focus on something—or rather, someone—who never fails to lift her mood: Landon Wellesley.
At twenty-seven, he stands tall, exuding an air of confident sophistication. His piercing blue eyes gleam with quiet intensity, perfectly matched by the tailored navy-blue suit that hugs his lean yet powerful frame. His dark hair is styled impeccably, a touch of polished elegance completing his entire look. He is, and will always be, her dream man.
“Seen enough yet?” Landon raises a brow.
Aurora grins sheepishly. “Never.”
He clears his throat to mask the smile tugging at his lips. His voice is low and husky. “I take it you’re perfectly fine now... so can I finally get a response to my question?”
“What question?” Aurora blinks, confused.
She hasn’t noticed the increasing number of guests turning their attention toward them, drawn by the earlier commotion and their whispered curiosity about the Wynters’ heiress fainting.
“I asked if you will marry me,” Landon says, voice firm and unwavering.
The room falls silent. All eyes turn to Aurora.
Her heart skips a beat as she gazes at Landon, her mind reeling under the weight of his words.
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