That was all Mihu needed.
"Woah… woah, woah, woah…" she whispered under her breath, already leaning forward like she was afraid to miss even a single second. "This handsome dude is proposing to my boss…?"
Her heart started racing.
This was happening.
This was actually happening.
Then Si Hon spoke.
"Will you—"
That was it.
That was the trigger.
Mihu physically grabbed onto her own sleeve, barely containing the squeak that threatened to escape as the moment exploded inside her imagination.
Aeloria's reaction didn't help.
"No! What the hell?!" she snapped, turning away sharply, her face visibly flushed as she tried— and failed to maintain composure. "W-why are you already proposing?!"
But Mihu didn't hear it cleanly anymore.
Her brain had already… adjusted things.
Rewritten them.
