"Brent, you've succeeded. I admit I was indeed jealous. You win! Let's end this game here, Brent. If you propose to me for the nineteenth time right now, we'll get married immediately, this very moment."
I was about to firmly refuse when Cora grabbed my hand, signaling me to wait a bit longer.
Within a minute, a young man still wearing his groom's attire ran into the hall, panting and complaining, "Aria, how could you take a cab without waiting for me..."
His words overlapped with Aria's plea for me to marry her, ultimately drowned out by Aria's heart-wrenching scream.
Caelan looked at Aria in disbelief, pointing at himself.
"You're really going to marry him? Then what have all these years meant? I've been your drinking buddy, your playmate, I even pretended to be the groom when you tried on wedding dresses. I thought I had a place in your heart! What am I to you then?"
Aria was stunned for a moment, then a look of disgust flashed across her face.