Propose

Jordan sped down his house's large staircase, his excitement evident, and he felt concerned about the time. 

Jordan's demeanor became serious when the butler stopped him as he approached the bottom step. He then posed and walked to the end of the staircase, where he met his butler.

His butler's hands were well manicured, seductive, and commanding as he carefully ironed Jordan's jacket, making sure every crease was in its proper position. 

When his butler's attention was directed to Jordan's wrists, he carefully examined the watch and cufflinks that he had placed in place before adjusting the top part of his. His hands lifted, enabling him to attend to the portion he was unable to since he was in a hurry. 

Though no words were exchanged, Jordan exuded a strength and authority that belied his appearance; he had another identity. 

As Jordan made his way to the door, two guys wearing black suits came out of the shadows, their job subtly indicated by the earpieces around their ears. 

They walked Jordan out of the house, his calm and collected demeanor in stark contrast to the upheaval within.

The sound of his footsteps resounded on the glossy surface as he made his way to the opulent vehicle that stood by the door. 

He crouched elegantly and stepped inside the car, whereupon the door opened with a quiet swish, almost like a whisper, and it was quickly closed behind him. 

As they slid out of the villa into the splendor of nature, Jordan's eyes darted around, taking in the intricate details of every piece, only to have his attention drawn away by his ring's sound, which broke the stillness inside. 

"Yeah," he said, his voice demanding attention while he peered out the window to take in the vivid flowers and rich vegetation. 

"Sir, the preparations are complete." 

"All right, I will arrive before seven. I am sure Sydney will be on her way," Jordan stated. 

"We pledge to make your experience pleasant, sir. Your contentment is our satisfaction." Jordan hung up the phone, reassured by the woman's voice. 

When the phone ended, his mind raced with thoughts of Sydney and the surprise he had planned for her.

Jordan's restless fingers on the car door punctuated the calm journey; his mind was torn between informing Sydney of the surprise and keeping her guess. 

He wanted to know if she was ready, but he refrained from phoning since he did not want to appear desperate. 

The silence was suffocating, and Jordan's worry was obvious as he looked out the window, watching the scenery unfold like a painting of love and romance.

The car eventually came to a halt, and Jordan's gaze was drawn to the grand restaurant, its outside decked with over four million rose petals, each painstakingly placed to create a breathtaking spectacle. 

The landscape was a symphony of love and romance, with towering trees, dazzling fountains, and lush vegetation that were all meticulously maintained to create an air of elegance and sophistication. 

Before he could open the door, officials emerged and escorted him out of the car with dignity, as if he was royalty.

He walked into the restaurant, and the owner, a charming man with a friendly smile, greeted him with a firm handshake. 

"Welcome, Jordan. We had been anticipating your arrival." 

A faint smile spread over his lips. 

"It is nice to know," he remarked with a straight face, one full of honor and grace. 

The owner requested help only to be sent to the room, where Jordan's eyes were drawn to the beautiful decorations, the love balloons floating overhead, and the circular table in the center, prepared for an intimate supper. 

The scene was stunning, with candles twinkling like fireflies and beautiful music playing in the background, providing a feeling of warmth and friendliness. 

Jordan felt a wave of satisfaction flood over him. 

This was what he had hoped for: a fantastic day for Sydney, beyond her wildest expectations.

He wondered if Sydney would fall in love with the designs as much as he did. 

His heart and soul appeared linked to the appearance, and he had several ideas about what he would anticipate to see from her reply.

He took his seat, recording the scene with a few unobtrusive shots, being careful not to expose the surroundings so that Sydney would be shocked and wonder what he was intending. 

He then wrote her a message, attempting to sound casual: "Still waiting for you, babe. I can not wait for you to join me at the restaurant. I am getting tired seeing the other couples here." 

He responded with a laughing emoji, belying his rising uneasiness.

He tapped his fingers on the table for a few seconds after sending the text, waiting for her reaction.

After twenty minutes, there was still no reply, and the silence was getting louder.

She still had not responded. 

His phone was rotated by his hand to have a look.

Jordan's thoughts whirled with potentialities — was she still en route? 

Even though she had checked, why hasn't she responded? 

He attempted to call, but her phone was inaccessible, so he texted her instead, asking, "Sydney, are you on your way?" 

The message went unanswered, which only made him more nervous. He wondered whether she had gotten it or if anything had gone wrong.

Jordan tapped his fingers on his lap, and his hand reached into his pocket to take out the ring box out of habit. 

The stunning diamond ring in the shape of a heart shone, its sparkling brilliance illuminating the dimly lit room as though it held a secret only Sydney's eyes were meant to see. 

Jordan's heart skipped a beat as he imagined the moment he would finally propose to her. 

The quiet was suddenly broken by a soft voice that said, "Jordan." 

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

"Sydney?" he uttered in a scarcely audible whisper as he got up from his chair, his heart racing with anticipation.