"Here, let me help you put it on."
Leda gently slid the bracelet onto Roseanne's slender wrist, making her fair skin look even more radiant.
"I knew it! This style and color match you perfectly!"
Roseanne looked down, admiring the bracelet more with each glance.
Leda grinned, "You didn't think that was all, did you?"
"Hmm?" Roseanne looked up, puzzled. Was there more?
Leda just smiled knowingly and nodded slightly to the waiter. The next moment, the restaurant filled with the uplifting strains of Beethoven's "Ode to Joy."
Amid the soft music, Owen Reynolds appeared, pushing a cake towards them. It was topped with a charming fondant figure—a cartoon version of Roseanne with big, bright eyes and a spirited expression, surrounded by pink sugar pearls.
Simple, yet beautiful.
"Professor?" Roseanne couldn't hide her surprise.
Owen Reynolds met her gaze with a slight smile.
Maybe it was the crescendo of the music, the warmth of the restaurant, or perhaps the brilliance of his smile and the intensity of his gaze, but in the flickering candlelight, Roseanne found herself momentarily mesmerized.
Until—
"Happy Birthday." He stopped in front of her, offering a blue iris.
Roseanne snapped back to reality, "Th-thank you, Professor. The flowers and cake are lovely..."
The blue iris symbolized elegance and hope, dreams and admiration, and... affection.
Leda, with a teasing glint, nudged her, "Anne, take a closer look. Is it just flowers and cake?"
Roseanne blinked, looking down at the iris.
Her eyes widened—
There was a small silver and pink box nestled within the bouquet.
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