Trevor's ears tinted pink, and a watery sheen coated his eyes. He looked deep into Sabrina's eyes, his hands slightly sweaty. Mustering up his bravery, he inquired, “May I?"

After a moment's hesitation, Sabrina tried to smile, averted her gaze, and lightly gestured towards her cheek.

“Thank you."

Eyes brimming with happiness, Trevor leaned in, his breath warming Sabrina's skin.

As the atmosphere thickened with laughter and whistles, Sabrina went rigid, shutting her eyes tightly.

Being close to someone without genuine affection was quite the challenge.

If Tyrone truly didn't harbor feelings for Galilea as he professed, then why would he embrace her?

Was this just the nature of all men?

And why had Tyrone entered her mind once again?

Caught in her reverie, Sabrina barely felt the gentle touch of Trevor's lips on her face.

Sensing her unease, Trevor's peck was fleeting, like a butterfly's touch, easing the tension building inside her.

She blinked back to the present, took a steadying breath, and placed the bouquet at the table's edge.

“Thank you all for bearing witness and for the good wishes. If you'd like a slice of cake, please help yourselves," Trevor said.

The cake was a work of art, decorated with creamy lace, crowned with fruits, and inscribed with "I love you" in white chocolate.

Carving out the three words “I love you," Trevor placed a generous slice on a plate and offered it to Sabrina.

“Thanks.”

“Sabrina, there's no need for formalities," Trevor responded.

"It's just... this is all so new to me."

Taking charge, Trevor sliced up more of the cake, personally handing out pieces to eager children.

A steady stream of people approached to claim a piece.