Two days later, Marcus stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of Henry and Andrea’s penthouse, nervously pacing the rug. Henry sat on the sofa with baby Sophie in his arms, while Andrea poured tea at the kitchen island, watching Marcus with an amused, affectionate smile.Marcus reached into his pocket, pulling out a sleek velvet box and placing it carefully on the island counter. "I need your help. Both of you."Andrea walked over, looking at the box before looking up at Marcus with her eyes widening. "Wait, Is this...""It’s time," Marcus said, letting out a breath he felt like he’d been holding since landing back in Chicago. "I want to propose tonight. But I don't want it at a crowded restaurant or a public venue. Mindy loves design, light, and private spaces. I found a quiet, private glass studio gallery downtown near the river—warm lighting, views of the city, and surrounded by fresh white lilies. Do you think she’s going to like it?""White lilies," Andrea smiled
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