{"To excel from good advice requires more wisdom than to give it"}
Hours later, with a pleasant buzz from the wine warming my veins, Wave and I stepped out of the Bolt home. Flora walked us to the door, her expression unusually serious despite the lingering joy of the evening.
She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, and spoke with a knowing smirk. "Thank you, Spark," she said, her tone laced with meaning. "But I would advise you to hold an engagement ceremony as soon as possible before anyone else in the pack gets ideas. Or better yet, make the official announcement, and don't forget to mention the rings. It's time to keep everyone in their place."
Her words settled between us like stones in a quiet stream, their weight undeniable. I glanced at Wave, who nodded slightly, his face thoughtful.
Flora tilted her head. "Think about it," she added before stepping back inside. "Goodnight, you two."