Propose

Jordan dashed down the grand staircase of his home, his heart racing with excitement and a tinge of worry over the ticking clock.

As he neared the final step, a sudden halt in his stride brought a somber expression to his face; it was the butler who intercepted him. He paused momentarily, then continued to the staircase's end to meet his butler.

With hands that were both impeccably manicured and commanding, the butler meticulously pressed Jordan's jacket, ensuring every fold was perfectly aligned.

His attention then shifted to Jordan's wrists, where he delicately inspected the watch and cufflinks. He adjusted them with precision, allowing Jordan to focus on other matters, knowing he was pressed for time.

Although no words passed between them, Jordan radiated a presence of power and authority, hinting at a deeper persona within.

As Jordan approached the exit, two figures clad in black suits emerged from the shadows, their roles discreetly marked by the earpieces they wore.

They escorted Jordan from the house, his composed exterior masking the turmoil swirling inside.

The clicks of his shoes echoed across the polished floor as he strode towards the luxurious vehicle waiting at the entrance.

He gracefully bent to enter the car, the door whispering open and then shutting with a soft thud behind him.

Gliding away from the villa into nature's embrace, Jordan's gaze flitted around, absorbing every intricate detail, until the ring of his phone shattered the silence within.

"Yes," he spoke, his tone commanding attention as he gazed out, admiring the vibrant blooms and lush greenery.

"Sir, everything is set," the voice informed him.

"Good, I'll be there before seven. I trust Sydney's on her way," Jordan replied confidently.

"We are committed to making your experience exceptional, sir. Your satisfaction is our priority." Reassured by the woman's words, Jordan ended the call, a sense of calm washing over him.

When the call ended, a whirlwind of thoughts about Sydney and the surprise he had meticulously planned for her filled his mind with excitement and anticipation.

Jordan's fingers drummed restlessly on the car door, breaking the serene journey's monotony. His mind wavered between the temptation to reveal the surprise to Sydney and the thrill of keeping her guessing.

He yearned to know if she was prepared, but he resisted the urge to call, not wanting to come across as overly eager or anxious.

The quietness felt stifling, and Jordan's unease was palpable as he gazed out the window, watching the scenery pass by like a moving canvas of love and enchantment.

Eventually, the car came to a gentle stop, and Jordan's eyes were captivated by the grand restaurant, its exterior adorned with an astonishing four million rose petals, each artfully arranged to create a breathtaking spectacle of beauty.

The surroundings were a romantic symphony, with majestic trees, sparkling fountains, and lush greenery, all meticulously maintained to exude an aura of elegance and refinement.

Before he could reach for the door, staff members appeared, ushering him out of the vehicle with the dignity befitting royalty.

Entering the restaurant, he was warmly greeted by the owner, a charming man with a welcoming smile and a firm handshake.

"Welcome, Mr. Jordan Nicholas. We've been eagerly awaiting your arrival," the owner said.

A soft smile graced Jordan's face. 

"It's good to hear," he responded, his expression a blend of honor and poise.

The owner guided him to the room, where Jordan's gaze was drawn to the exquisite decorations—floating love balloons and a round table set for an intimate dinner.

The setting was breathtaking, with candles flickering like fireflies and soft music enveloping the room, creating an ambiance of warmth and joy.

A profound sense of fulfillment washed over Jordan. 

This was exactly what he had envisioned—a magical day for Sydney, surpassing her wildest dreams.

He wondered if Sydney would fall in love with the décor as much as he did. His heart and soul felt intertwined with the atmosphere, and he eagerly anticipated her reaction.

He settled into his chair, discreetly capturing the scene with a few subtle clicks, ensuring the environment remained hidden so that when Sydney arrived, she'd be surprised, curious about what he had planned.

He carefully crafted a message to her, striving for a nonchalant tone: "Still waiting for you, babe. Can't wait for you to join me at the restaurant. It's getting a bit tiring watching all these couples around."

He added a laughing emoji to mask his growing anxiety, but inside, a storm was brewing.

His fingers drummed lightly on the table as he sent the text, eagerly awaiting her response.

After twenty minutes, his phone remained silent, and the quiet was becoming deafening.

No response from her yet.

He turned his phone in his hand, checking the screen.

Jordan's mind raced with possibilities—was she still on her way?

Why hadn't she replied even though she had seen the message?

He tried calling, but her phone was unreachable. Instead, he texted again, "Sydney, are you on your way?"

The silence of the unanswered message only heightened his anxiety. He wondered if she had even received it or if something had gone awry.

Jordan's fingers tapped nervously on his lap as he instinctively reached into his pocket for the ring box.

The heart-shaped diamond ring sparkled with a brilliance that seemed to light up the dim room, as if it held a secret meant solely for Sydney's eyes.

His heart skipped a beat as he envisioned the moment he would finally propose to her.

Suddenly, the silence shattered with a gentle voice that called, "Jordan."

His head snapped up, and he locked eyes with her standing at the door.

"Sydney?" he breathed in a barely audible whisper, rising from his chair, his heart pounding with excitement.