The clock struck 2 PM. Sejal looked up and scratched her head. She sighed, albeit a loud one. The next thing she knew, her friend Donna was looking at her with a cold stare.
“What?” Sejal asked.
“That’s the sixteenth time you’ve sighed the past hour,” Donna remarked.
“Don’t you have anything else to do?” Sejal was now irritated.
She turned away and walked towards the kitchen. Her mind was racing faster than Nico Rosberg’s car. She jumped at the sound of the doorbell.
“Donna, can you see who it is?” she asked a tad nervously.
“You won’t allow me to sit and read, will you?” Donna got up hesitantly and opened the door.
A florist was outside with the most beautiful rose bouquet she had ever seen. She let out an audible gasp.
“Flowers and card for Ms. Donna Rose,” the florist announced.
“Wow!” she exclaimed as she accepted the flowers and card.
Donna was jumping for joy as she patted the soft red roses and began reading the card:
Will you marry me, Donna with just the moon and stars as witnesses? – Sejal
Donna looked up and saw Sejal looking back at her. With teary eyes, she mouthed, “Yes”.