The pavilion was meticulously decorated, with thin veils fluttering in the wind, giving it an ethereal look.
Lance led Deanna to their seats, and soon the staff brought dinner.
During the meal, Deanna felt like something was missing.
She thought for a moment and realized what it was.
"Lance, where are Gregory and Chloe? I haven't seen them all evening!"
Deanna asked, looking at Lance with concern.
Lance noticed she finally remembered and didn't hide it. He smiled and said, "I had my parents take them. I didn't want them to disturb us tonight."
Hearing this, Deanna couldn't help but laugh and feel a bit annoyed.
"Aren't you afraid they'll throw a tantrum when they find out?"
"No worries, I've prepared gifts for them," Lance said confidently, clearly having thought of the worst-case scenario.
Seeing this, Deanna was momentarily speechless but didn't continue the topic. After all, she didn't want to waste Lance's thoughtful arrangement.
After they finished their meal, Lance suddenly snapped his fingers, and melodious violin music began to play around them.
He stood up and slowly walked towards Deanna. "A post-dinner exercise. I wonder if the beautiful Miss Jones would care to dance with me among the flowers."
"Since you sincerely invite me, how could I refuse, my fiancé?"
Deanna said the last two words with incredible tenderness.
At the words, Lance's heart melted even more.
He took Deanna's extended hand, pulled her into his arms, and led her out of the pavilion to dance gracefully among the flowers.
Under the moonlight, their dance was elegant, becoming even more beautiful and dreamy with the flowers and lights as a backdrop.
After the dance, Deanna was slightly out of breath and rested in Lance's arms.
Listening to his heartbeat from his chest, she thought about the arrangements he had made for her tonight and felt a surge of happiness and sweetness.
"Tonight has been the most stunning and happiest night for me. Thank you."
"You've already thanked me twice."
Lance looked down at Deanna in his arms, his expression slightly serious.
But Deanna wasn't afraid. She laughed softly and said, "Then I won't say thank you. I'll say... I love you."
Hearing these tender words, Lance felt something explode in his heart.
He gazed at Deanna, his voice hoarse and full of emotion. "I love you too."
With that, he lowered his head again and kissed her soft lips.
Their lips met in ultimate tenderness.
It was unclear how much time passed before Lance finally released Deanna, panting heavily, his forehead veins prominent from restraint.
Deanna wasn't in much better shape.
She leaned weakly against Lance, her cheeks flushed, eyes dreamy.
Seeing her like this, Lance knew she couldn't walk for a while. He simply lifted her in a princess carry.
The sudden lift startled Deanna into a brief gasp, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around Lance's neck.
Then she noticed Lance was carrying her in another direction. She vaguely heard the sound of waves and couldn't help but ask, "Where are we going?"
"On our honeymoon," Lance replied with a light laugh.
Deanna was surprised.
Before she could say anything, Lance continued, "This time it's just the two of us!"
Hearing this, Deanna understood. She looked at him with amusement and teased, "For a few days of travel, do you think the gifts you prepared will be enough to appease Gregory and Chloe?"
"It should be enough. We won't be gone long. Just going to one of our Mercer family islands to show you where we'll retire."
Lance said this and couldn't help but nuzzle Deanna's forehead with his own.
Deanna laughed. "We still have decades before we retire. You've already planned it out?"
Lance didn't deny it.
He gazed at Deanna and spoke with captivating charm. "From the day you agreed to be with me, I already planned our future. Once Gregory is eighteen years old, I'll hand over the company to him and take you around the world. When we're tired, we'll return to the retirement home I built for us and grow old together."
Hearing this, Deanna couldn't help but recall a song her mother often sang-"The Most Romantic Thing."
At that moment, it was as if she could hear her mother's gentle humming again.
The most romantic thing I could imagine
Is to grow older with you
Until we are old and can't move anymore
You still put me on the top of your heart
Coming back to reality, Deanna hugged Lance tighter and smiled sweetly. "Alright, we'll grow old together then. You better not dislike me when I'm an old lady full of wrinkles."
"Don't worry, I won't. By then I'll be an old man too."
The sea breeze blew gently as Lance's voice carried over with such tenderness.