The entire beach coastline was decorated with fireworks, and besides the roaming waitstaff, the on-site DJ was also brought over by him.
In the very center of the beach, a rectangular dining table was laid out. The white tablecloth fluttered in the wind, and in the vase on top, there was a bouquet of brightly blooming red roses. The sea, the sunset, the dining table, and the vibrant roses in the vase altogether formed a beautiful painting.
"Ladies, how is it? Not bad, right?" Adam Sinclair smiled charmingly, his starry eyes twinkling.
Olivia Lewis glanced at him, unexpectedly giving him face, "It's pretty."
What's pretty is pretty, and what's not is not; she wouldn't contradict someone just for the sake of it.
Receiving her compliment, Adam was happier than anyone, a softness evident on his handsome face. At that moment, Rupert Harris also came down.
