The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

My eyes widened in shock and my heart palpitated rapidly yet I could hear every individual beat echoing in my head. As the thought of what was about to happen formed in my head, I stood up abruptly, but it was too late. The movie screen slowly went up revealing the stage, and the lights came on.

Rufus, standing gracefully with flowers in his arms, appeared in the center of the stage. His deep-set, affectionate eyes were capable of making people fall in love with him at first sight.

My mind raced and my breathing was in a frantic state. In truth, the surprise Rufus had arranged for me brought only panic and no joy to my heart. I could tell that he was going to propose to me.

I knew that he had been wanting to propose to me for a while now, but he couldn't find the right time and opportunity.

However, I thought that the proposal would be delayed and I didn't think he would take action so suddenly.

I couldn't accept his proposal, and even though I knew it would break his heart, I had to find a way to get out of there as soon as possible.

racked my brain, searching for ways

loss for words and my eyes were fixed on

it weren't for that damned curse, I would have thrown myself on him and kissed him in front of everyone. I wanted to tell him just

moisten my dry throat as mixed feelings lingered in my heart. I took a step forward and just as I opened my mouth to greet him, I heard the sound of warm applause

Harry and Joanna were here, but also Ethan and Laura were present. Even some of my friends and acquaintances from school and the army were

add to my bafflement, even Blair, who I had parted with at the

our heads slowly split

loud bang, brilliant fireworks arced in the boundless night

with flowers in his hands. He looked even more charming and handsome than I thought was possible. Everything felt like a beautiful dream to me. As he smiled radiantly at me from

even dare to imagine that in the future, a man like him would ask for my hand in marriage in such a dream-like

other people's applause came

of my hand. His long and thick eyelashes fluttered and his prominent nose gently rubbed against my skin, like feathers brushing across my heart. It was the most common hand-kissing, but he made it

one knee and