Rosaline's POV: "What? Loe's actually here?" The moment Camilla said those words, the entire room of designers froze. Some faces lit up with surprise, some with joy. A few exchanged confused glances, their eyes wide with wonder. Others just looked plain baffled. I stood there calmly, watching the emotions pass through the crowd. Everyone in the design world knew Loe. A legend. The kind of figure who entered design competitions, won every time, but never once showed up in person. A ghost, really—whispers and awards, but no face. And now Camilla had just dropped the bomb: Loe was here. In the flesh. Camilla gave a smug little smile and stepped aside. Everyone followed her gaze. I smiled and began walking forward. As I moved, everyone parted silently to make way. Even the judges, experienced as they were, looked visibly shocked to hear that Loe had shown up. But when they saw it was me, just an ordinary young woman, a foreigner no less, stepping through the crowd, the shock doubled. The journalists nearly lost it with my present. Their shutters clicked wildly, the sound like a hailstorm of camera flashes. Of course they wouldn't miss a chance like this—to finally get a photo of the elusive Loe. Who would have thought? The designer who'd taken the spotlight from Susan and kept winning year after year turned out to be a girl who looked barely 20, young and undeniably foreign. With all eyes on me, I stepped confidently onto the stage. The head judge blinked out of his daze and smiled politely, hiding his astonishment well. He handed me the trophy with a nod. I bowed slightly and accepted it with both hands. Then, turning to the microphone, I spoke, "Hello, everyone. I'm Loe." The name needed no introduction. The room fell silent for a beat, then erupted into applause. Many of the people in the audience were here for Loe. And now that I had revealed myself, it was like a bonus prize beyond the competition itself. When the clapping faded, I continued, "I'm really honored to be here again at the International Design Competition. It means a lot to receive this award. This might be the first time you're seeing me in person, but I promise—Loe won't be a mystery anymore."I said it loud and clear, no hesitation. The crowd cheered again, their applause rolling like thunder. The journalists were all on their feet now, firing off questions—about my design philosophy, why I finally decided to show myself, and so on. I answered them all politely, one by one. Just as I was about to step off the stage, a voice rang out from the back, "Wait!" Everyone turned. I did too. A tall figure walked through the doors, shoes clicking sharply against the floor. Caden. He had a massive bouquet of roses in his arms. I was rather surprised. He'd told me he couldn't make it today. So why—? When I saw the flowers, my eyes stung. Caden smiled as he walked toward me, step by step, until he reached the stage. Then he looked up at me and said warmly, "Sorry, I was a little late. I had to get you flowers." "You ... What's going on?" My gaze dropped to the roses, and suddenly I guessed what he wanted to do but couldn't come up with any words. "Ladies and gentlemen," Caden said, turning to the audience. "Loe or Ms. Rosaline is my fiancée. I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier to support her in person, but today, I have something even more important to do." He turned back toward me, then dropped to one knee, holding out the bouquet. "Rosaline, I know this is a big day for you. I've been planning this for a long time. We've been through so much together—ups and downs, storms and sunshine. From the moment I fell for you, I knew I never wanted to let you go. So now, let me ask you, Rosaline, will you marry me?" I froze. I had suspected something was up—he wasn't exactly subtle—but this? A proposal. Here. Now. Blinking, I looked down at him, at the man I'd gone through so much with. He looked up at me with those eyes, full of warmth and hope. I couldn't help it. I smiled. I never liked making a big scene, but after everything we'd been through, what was there to be afraid of? With that, I nodded slowly, gently, and told him firmly, "I do." The room exploded. Cheering. Whistles. Laughter. Blessings shouted from strangers and friends alike. The cameras went nuts again—click-click-click, capturing every angle, every expression, every tear.Caden stood and pulled me into a warm, steady embrace. As the crowd roared around us, the atmosphere reached a climax.