Lola Hussey covered her face: "You've corrupted me."

Upon hearing this, Ethan Ainsley immediately understood her intention: "Do you want to catch the bouquet?"

Lola Hussey nodded: "Yeah."

Ethan Ainsley raised his hand, cupping the back of her head, and leaned her toward himself, and asked softly, "Why?"

Why was he bothering to ask?

Isn't catching the bouquet something that every girl likes to do?

"Can't I like bouquets?" She retorted.

"It's not that you can't..." Ethan Ainsley's lips twirled into a smile, his face fetching, "the bouquet is a token of happiness. It symbolizes that you'll be the next one to marry."

"Does it carry such meaning?" Lola Hussey feigned surprise, pretending to not know.

Of course, she did know the symbolism.

But now that Ethan Ainsley had mentioned it, she had no choice but to act as if she just found out, with a flash of cunning in her eyes, which couldn't escape Ethan Ainsley's sharp gaze.

The two were so close.

She looked up, he tilted his head down, their noses almost touching.