Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Cruising down Orchid Street, Corley and Roseanne saw a breathtaking sight. Thousands of drones were hanging mid-air, shifting and morphing into various shapes with impeccable coordination. It was a drone show, a spectacle that commanded a starting price in the millions despite lasting barely fifteen minutes.

The area around the venue was bustling, and luckily, the spot Corley and Roseanne stumbled upon offered a prime view. Corley pulled over, and they watched in fascination as the drones danced through the windshield, forming intricate three-dimensional models.

Following Corley's gaze, Roseanne was instantly mesmerized by the luminous display.

Corley teased, "Guess how many drones are up there?"

"Is that even guessable?" Roseanne chuckled.

"Sure is."

"I've got no clue."

"I'd say..." He paused dramatically, "143?"

"Why 143?"

"Well, isn't the whole idea of proposing to love someone?"

The next moment, the drones rearranged themselves in the night sky to spell "Marry me."

did you know it was a proposal?" Roseanne was

a man dressed sharply in a

Roseanne couldn't help

had pegged Corley as just another privileged, carefree heir before. Today, she saw his professional,

study, and Corley had casually mentioned the stock fluctuations of NexTech Innovations. In just a few sentences, Roseanne realized

again,

including Corley, none were slackers when it came to making money. The world of these golden boys was far more complex than she had imagined. Thus, gracefully

said as Corley's car could

their relationship

the point where

her

He watched her

called. "Where'd you guys vanish to? I turn around,

had finished paying

he ran into his

year ago. She clung

Qu

glue, dragging him into dinner plans and flirtatious teases,

needed to leave urgently. I dropped her off,"