Outside the house, most of the energetic guests were still lingering to see which girl would fit in the shoe. The sound of music was blown by the wind across the lawn and echoed throughout the house.
The sudden end of the call creates a feeling of curiosity and confusion for the boys, what's going on with this? Wise minds begin to function, and when the cycle of thinking stops. The music playing suddenly fades and then stops. Everything fell silent. Until someone's voice came through the microphone, calling the four boys' attention. Thinking about Gaara's story for a long time, they forgot how the situation was outside. They immediately looked at each other and quickly walked out to see what was going on.
"Who hasn't tried on shoes yet?"
The shoes still haven't been found by the owner.
All the girls present at the party, even the Zane housemaids tried, but luck did not come to them, everyone started whispering, regretting that they didn't fit, and a lot of people felt confusing, why the left shoe does not fit anyone's foot, the person wearing it feels cramped, the person is wide, while the other shoe has many people to fit, a silence when there is no one left stepped up to try on shoes again, then the host of the party asked.
The crowd below shook their heads and waved their hands. It's a joke, no one can fit a normal shoe, it's as if magic has been enchanted like in the fairy tale Cinderella, no one will fit the shoe if the person is not Cinderella authentic.
Zane from the moment he was the first to try on the shoes to the last to step on, focused only on the girl who was leisurely strolling around the delicious dishes right by the pool. He couldn't wait to see why Clara didn't come over and try on the shoes. Did she resolutely oppose this act of his to the end? It wasn't until the last person appeared disappointed that he turned his head and walked down from the stage, that Zane was powerless to accept the truth. That Clara didn't like the act of trying on shoes to challenge her arrogance.
In the dining area. Nothing seemed to affect the two girls' conversation. So, unbeknownst to them, the shoe-testing was over.
"Have you eaten enough?" Sarah shouted at Clara over the loud music. A loudspeaker was placed right next to the table where the two girls sat, playing Clara's favorite symphony. Symphony No. 9
"Probably so." Clara grabbed a glass of water from the table and took a long drink.
"Aren't you going to go there and try on the shoe?" Sarah looked at her, asking urgently. Suddenly she frowned in suspicion: "Or did you just not fit in that shoe?"
Clara continued to be silent, swallowing the food left in her broken neck.
Sarah smiled: "Really?" she asked, looking closely at Clara: "Yes, those shoes were originally your mother's."
"Don't ask." Clara raised her hand, cutting her off.
"Okay, I won't ask anymore." Sarah changed the subject: "So do you accept Zane? He put a lot of effort into this party, I hope you don't ignore it."
Clara picked up a few stalks of celery from the plate in front of her, trying to avoid Sarah's gaze but couldn't, she stared at her and forced her to look back. Letting out a sigh, she held out her hand, it was troublesome that she still had to use the dialect.
"I understand everything Zane does for me." Clara confessed, "But I don't know how to take it."
"To be honest, I'm really worried." She continued.
She shook her head. Lowering her shoulders, Clara lowered her head, showing a deadlock when she didn't know how to face Zane, facing each other was still difficult, let alone the whole group of people like now.
Sarah leaned forward and put her hand on Clara's shoulder. "You're too tense. Relax a bit."
"I can't." Clara shook her head and her earrings clanged.
"Clara, stop these negative thoughts for me, where's your arrogant aura? get up and go on stage, face everything. You deserve good things, just keep going. think like that, don't look down on yourself anymore."
"I'm so incompetent, aren't I?" Clara rolled her eyes, biting her lip lightly.
"A little bit." Sarah said: "But now is not the time for her to gnaw on her fears, stop being incompetent and instead bravely accept Zane, she totally deserves his love. Do it. a true Cinderella, get her shoes back and live happily ever after with the prince."
"Okay?" Clara looked at her vaguely.
"Why not?" She asked back: "It's completely up to you. Prove to the others, that you are Cinderella, you are fully qualified to match the prince. Don't hesitate any longer, stand up and act, now or never."
Sarah patted her shoulder, then placed her hand on Clara's clenched fist. An encouraging nod she gave her.
Taking a deep breath, Clara felt more confident thanks to Sarah's encouragement.
"That's it," Sarah added before standing up, leaving the table slowly backward, still smiling at Clara.
Clara looked at her in bewilderment, unsure of what was going on. She moved her lips to ask, but no words came out.
She quickly straightened up, the chair pushed back slightly, she was about to chase after her but was startled when a familiar voice spoke from behind.
"Can this beautiful lady try on these shoes?" Zane's voice boomed: "I really want to find the owner of the shoes."
Clara immediately turned around to look. A prince was standing in front of her.
Without warning, the lights around suddenly dimmed, the only place where the two were standing was extremely bright, focusing everyone's attention.
Turns out Sarah saw Zane slowly approaching the two, behind the housekeeper pushing a shelf with her shoes on it. She quickly moved away, not ruining their special moment.
"Please try on the shoes, young lady," he suggested. She was still stunned, so she could only stare blankly at him.
Clara licked her parched lips but stopped instinctively when she saw Zane's eyes sincerely looking at her. Clara didn't know how to react, the crowd was looking at her, which made her more confused, tenser, to the point that her mind went blank and she couldn't think of anything.
Until… Zane squatted down, placing her shoes across from her feet. She shook her head. What does he want to do? Clara jerked back involuntarily, he looked up, his eyes steady. But Zane did not accept the refusal. He held out his hand to keep her legs from moving.
Clara swallowed hard, not daring to look at the people looking at her.
"God, what's going on?" As soon as Arlo ran out, his eyes were met with the image of Zane kneeling, taking off his shoes for Cinderella. Stunned, the crowd gasped, seeing for the first time in their lives that someone like Zane acted so out of place. Others were embarrassed, the girls shouted with excitement, but there were also some who clicked their tongues with envy.
Despite all the eyes, Zane was focused on helping Clara put on her shoes. Dammit! Her whole body was motionless, unable to do anything when Zane suddenly acted in that kind of gallantry.
A little bit strange and a little surprised, he frowned as soon as he pulled up the dress a little, then saw Clara wearing trainers because of the glass shoes made of plastic that he had prepared for her. Because they felt uncomfortable, those high heels hurt her feet, so Clara took them off and put on her favorite shoes instead.
Zane gently, slowly, the longer he lasted, the weaker Clara's breathing became. She would faint if he didn't stop soon. While she gasped at this dangerous contact, Zane was quietly observing Clara's left foot, now he understood after all why no one could fit the left shoe. It turned out that Clara's left foot had a deformity, a normal person has 5 toes, but Clara alone has 6 toes, a small toe is adjacent to the little toe, this is a birth defect inherited from her mother. These shoes were handmade by Clara's grandfather for her mother. Measured to every inch, fit her mother's feet, it would certainly fit her. Except for the mother and daughter Clara, no one could fit it, if it did, it would not create a sense of harmony with the other one. Gaara also discovered this when Clara accidentally revealed her legs while they were searching for a lost child.
Everyone watched silently until the old butler excitedly exclaimed.
"Just now! just now! The shoe has found its owner."
Zane smiled brightly, overjoyed because his beautiful love story was like a fairy tale.
All right, I can't believe the shoes fit Clara's feet perfectly.
This is not possible. Some are still skeptical. Sarah, after confirming the results, smiled to congratulate the couple, then quietly slipped through the crowd to leave. She honestly wasn't in the mood to watch what happened next. While everyone was talking, he stood up, and motioned for the bartender to come, he took a glass from the tray and brought it forward.
'Dear guests, the owner of the shoes has been found." He paused, turned to look at her, and then took Clara's hand, loudly declaring: "As I said before, this lady is whom Zane I married."
After he introduced himself, a lot of noisy discussions started. Who is the girl next to him? No one knows anything about Clara, how is her background? Where do you come from? So he's not joking! At this point, people are forced to believe that what happened is real.
Clara looked at him in shock, then confused when so many eyes turned to her, she trembled, wanting to pull her hand away from him, Clara was so scared of those small scary whispers. Zane looked over at her, tightening the clasp. Then kindly reassurance.
"Don't worry! I'm here!"
Clara swallowed hard, could only stare blankly at him, her mouth tightly shut but still unable to utter a word.
Zane stopped looking at her, turned around to call his friends, and get everyone's attention again.
"Thank you." He said loudly as everyone quieted down and listened: "First of all, I want to thank everyone for coming here today. Your kindness makes me very grateful, and I will remember it forever. However... Tonight I have something important to announce."
He sighed, looking at the faces in the crowd. His gaze fell on Clara, and she looked at him in surprise. But he still looked at her without blinking, his eyes almost defiant as he said, "I'm leaving here with this beautiful lady."
"No." Words fell silent out of Clara's mouth before she realized it. All eyes were on her.
"Yes." Zane understood what she was saying when he looked at her lips, and he gently countered: "I'm going to move to London. It's not really a difficult decision."
The crowd murmured in displeasure at the news, and Clara took the opportunity to take a deep breath before raising her hand to ask him.
"You can't be serious about this."
Surprising truth! The crowd was a bit surprised that the girl Zane chose couldn't speak like a normal person but had to use the dialect.
"You're very serious." He replied, "If you go over there, I'll follow. I still don't know what to do about the Uchiha thing, but I'm thinking."
His eyes drifted over her face, then lowered before returning to hers. Clara knew that if they weren't in front of a large audience, he would have pulled her into his arms and hugged her.
"There's no way I'll let you leave me." "Especially after all that's happened," he said as if discussing the weather.
The crowd fell silent again, waiting for his every word - even though Zane had lowered his voice and his words were private. He realized what he had just said and frowned, "I'm sorry." he spoke softly to Clara.
She closed her eyes. I really don't know what to say right now, how many plans, how many overlapping questions suddenly disappear. She could only adjust her breathing back to normal.
"No matter what, I'm going to London."
"We need to be clear on this." Finally, Clara reached out her hand, sketching out the offer. She looked around the curious faces: "In a secluded place."
Zane raised his voice so that all could hear: "I want to thank everyone again, but please, there's nothing more to do here. You can go home now."
The crowd remained in place, no one moved, they couldn't easily ignore this rare sight. Regardless, Clara knew there would be no such thing as privacy for her.
"I won't go. Clara slowly drew a sign with her hands: "Zane! please tell them that, I'm just joking and..."
"I'm sure you'll go." Zane interrupted indignantly: "I love you, and ..."
"Please don't act or speak like that again." Clara insisted firmly: "Tell everyone here I'm just joking."
"I'm not joking." He whispered to her, then turned back to the crowd and said loudly: "Excuse me, but could you give us some privacy."
"What, and miss this one?" Someone said loudly, "It's better than the TV series."
The crowd laughed, and no one was willing to give. Some sat down, finding themselves comfortable, others went to a place where they could have a better view. Clara groaned.
"You've already decided." Zane continued.
"Very good, president." Arlo said loudly: "You love her, if you have to follow her to Siberia then go."
Clara turned to the person who had a good idea and glared at Arlo.
"She has her own opinion," Neil told Arlo what that look meant.
Zane turned to Clara after looking at his friends who were supporting him: "I booked the same flight as you tomorrow." He continued.
"I'll also stay there until I finish my studies."
"You can't go." Clara tries to convince Zane: "Why do you have to? You and I have no relationship whatsoever."
"No, I can leave. And I will. I want to be with you because I love you."
Several people in the crowd began to whistle and cheer loudly, and Clara covered her face with her hands. Both surprised and skeptical. Can't believe what Zane just confessed. Her body accordingly moved backward, a distance from Zane.
Zane did not hesitate, he boldly closed the distance Clara had just created. Taking a step forward, he said honestly.
"It was me who hurt you but I can swear to you, I love you is true, at first I didn't think it would be easy to love a girl like that but every time I see you, by your side, I feel very happy, very happy."
He took her hand and kissed it lightly. Then he put his hand on his heart: "You can believe it, you can't believe it but I really love you, when I know you are Cinderella, although a bit surprised, even I went crazy, I don't think people it was you again, but eventually I realized, I was Liam when I couldn't face the fact that I loved you."
He held her hand tightly, his voice was gentle: "Rejecting the truth is your fault, not daring to face the apology, you are also me, I want to hit you, scold you, deal with you however you want, but Don't torture yourself, because you'll be heartbroken."
After hearing those words, Clara's heart that wanted to explode just now felt cold inside.
Clara was silent, her eyes suddenly flashed, but she still couldn't regain her spirits.
"I know I've hurt you, made you sad, but I promise I won't hurt you, won't make you sad, I will make you very happy, so ... marry me."
Huh? Clara froze, eyes widening at Zane
Seeing Clara as if he had heard the shocking news, he smiled affectionately, his eyes filled with so much tenderness.
It is said that the word love is not enough just to say it, it needs to be accompanied by action, and of course when proposing marriage, it must also be accompanied by action, but when Zane finished speaking, he also knelt down on one knee, took out a velvet box from his pocket. small, the box opened, and a diamond ring that could be said to be dazzling was held in front of Clara.
This action surprised everyone, the girls showed their admiration, and everyone stared at the romantic proposal scene in front of them.
Arlo and the others who were watching at the door were also speechless, Zane really surprised people. Arlo was extremely excited to watch. The others also secretly rejoiced but did not show it.
Clara stood like a stone statue because she had been in contact with him for a few months. She knew that he was always serious, a little arrogant, a little bit like I was always right, and didn't think his statement just now was true.
"You'll agree, won't you?"
He asked her softly again. Zane really expected Clara to nod in agreement. All the guests were also anxiously waiting.
Clara swallowed, looking at him searching for a feeling she had always been waiting for, she knew her heart was pounding, took a deep breath, her beautiful lotus lips moved, but she couldn't utter a sentence. answered, another voice called for everyone's attention.
All eyes were on the kitchen door, where delicious dishes were brought up.