Chapter 355
Chapter 355:
Ashton chose not to reply with words, but instead answered with his actions.
He took her arm in his, offering a graceful gesture of acceptance.
With the crowd watching in stunned disbelief, they made their way toward the crystal room at the center of the party venue.
The staff, fully prepared, swiftly moved the spotlight to illuminate Ashton and Rosalie as they traversed the area.
Simultaneously, a red carpet unfurled from the crystal room at the venue’s heart, laying out elegantly before them as they neared.
The emcee, getting Rosalie’s signal, grabbed the microphone to elevate the event’s excitement.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Rosalie has organized a special performance for us. Let’s energize this place! A big round of applause and a cheer, please!”
The emcee’s announcement resonated, and the audience, reengaged, clapped rhythmically to the music.
As the atmosphere grew vibrant, the staff set off party poppers and cascaded confetti over the area.
Then, the night sky burst into vivid colors from the fireworks, lighting up faces and drawing cheers from the onlookers. The festive ambiance enveloped everyone. Even the skeptics began to smile and revel in the scene.
Observers shed their doubts about Ashton, starting to appreciate his presence alongside Rosalie.
Regardless of his background, he seemed a perfect match for her in both spirit and appearance.
The couple, holding hands, appeared effortlessly in sync, undisturbed by the many eyes upon them.
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The event seemed tailor-made for them, leaving a strong impression on all present.
Upon reaching the crystal room’s entrance, amid a crescendo of fireworks and loud applause, Rosalie turned to Ashton. Despite her composed facade, she felt a flutter of nervous excitement for the first time.
“Ashton, I created this crystal room just for us. Do you know its name?” she whispered, her cheeks tinged with color. Ashton paused and then shook his head in confusion.
Rosalie, biting her lip and inhaling deeply, looked directly at him and disclosed, “It’s called The Room of My Heart.”
Suddenly, Ashton had an idea. Smiling, he softly pushed the door open.
They entered a small sanctuary that Rosalie had created just for them, adorned with her chosen flowers.
Centered in this floral haven was a piano, ready and waiting for them.
As Ashton absorbed the surroundings, his smile broadened. He then caught Rosalie blushing more profoundly, her eyes shyly cast downward.
Silence seemed right, for in that instant, only the music needed to speak.
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