Chapter 940 Monica, Be Happy
Monica knew tonight was the last night of the three-day deadline, and she had rehearsed her response to Timothy in her mind a million times.
She wanted to find a quiet spot, just the two of them.
But... it ended up involving other people!
Even though it wasn't a proposal, Monica had no idea what was coming next.
Her heart was pounding with nerves.
"Penelope, stop the car. I... I don't want to go," Monica said. "Please, Penelope, my best friend, help me out this one time, okay?"
"Just one more turn and we'll be there."
Monica's anxiety spiked. "No! Stop the car now, or I'll jump out!"
Her hand was on the door handle.
"That's dangerous, don't do anything crazy," Penelope said. "We're just going to see Timothy, it's not a proposal, don't be scared."
"If it's not a proposal, then what is it?"
"You'll find out when we get there!"
Despite her threats, Monica was too scared to actually jump out of the car.
As they approached the turn, she bit her lip and touched her face.
She muttered to herself, "What do I do? I look so tired and worn out, not pretty at all..."
Even now, she was worried about her appearance!
Penelope laughed. "They say when a woman falls in love, she cares about how she looks, afraid she won't be at her best when she sees him."
"I..."
Monica wanted to argue, but couldn't find the words. They stuck in her throat.
"I have some foundation and lipstick in my bag; make do with those." Penelope slowed the car and nodded towards the traffic light. "Red light, sixty seconds, enough time?"
Monica hesitated for a second, then quickly grabbed Penelope's bag and rummaged for the makeup.
Penelope laughed, leaning on the steering wheel.
"Keep laughing," Monica said as she frantically applied makeup, "You should have told me at the office!"
"If I had, you wouldn't have gotten in the car. How would I explain that to Timothy?"
"What did he offer you to make you help him like this?!"
Penelope answered seriously, "He promised to take care of you for life, to make you forever happy. That's the benefit he offered, and I think it's wonderful, so I agreed to help."
Monica scoffed.
She pretended to be annoyed, but her heart felt warm.
"There's a surprise waiting for you," Penelope said. "A proposal is one kind of romance, but what's coming is also romantic. A proposal can't be so hasty; even if Timothy wanted to, I wouldn't go along with it."
She knew what was appropriate and what wasn't.
What Monica could accept and what she couldn't.
For example, today's surprise arranged by Timothy was something Monica would look forward to and enjoy.
But... women often say one thing and mean another.
Penelope understood!
"Just this once, don't make it a habit," Monica said, applying lipstick. "If you do this again, I won't hang out with you anymore!"
Penelope grinned and leaned closer. "Don't be like that, we promised to dance together when we're eighty."
"Yeah, right."
Monica looked at herself in the mirror, satisfied.
She wasn't perfectly made up, but she looked way better than before.
The light turned green.
"Hey," Monica glanced in the rearview mirror, "that car... it's been following us. Is it Timothy?"
"Timothy's already there, waiting for you."
"Then who's in the car behind us?"
"My dear," Penelope replied.
"Kelvin? What's he doing here?"
"He was worried, wanted to protect me, and was afraid something might happen if I were alone. Plus... he wanted to witness Timothy's big moment."
"I... I haven't agreed to anything with Timothy yet."
"Sure, sure, not yet. But you will soon!"
Monica blushed, her cheeks turning pink with shyness.
A woman in love... so adorable.
Penelope thought, if Monica was happy, she was happy too.
The car pulled into the mall's underground parking lot.
Monica was both excited and nervous, not knowing what awaited her.
The elevator slowly ascended.
"Just act like you don't know anything," Penelope advised, "Don't let Timothy see that you've guessed. Otherwise, it'll ruin the fun, and he'll come complaining to me for not keeping the secret."
There was no response.
"Monica? Monica?" Penelope tugged at her sleeve. "Did you hear me?"
"What? What did you say?"
"I already said it."
Monica blinked. "You were talking?"
Alright, she was so nervous she couldn't even hear Penelope.
"Never mind," Penelope shrugged, "Let's just go with it."
She had been through this before; she understood Monica's mindset perfectly.
The glass elevator reached the top floor.
The night view of LA was breathtaking.
The city lights, the neon signs, the bustling streets, all vibrant and lively.
The elevator doors opened slowly.
"Go on," Penelope whispered, "Monica, be happy."
It was her most sincere blessing.
Witnessing her best friend's important moment was a rare joy for her, too.
Penelope stood quietly in the corner.
Monica's heart was racing as she walked slowly.
The rooftop was large, spacious, and quiet, with only the sound of the wind. At first glance, there was nothing special.
But as Monica walked further and turned a corner, a different scene unfolded!
The ground was covered in rose petals, and countless pink balloons floated in the air. The lights were bright, making the rooftop as bright as day.
In the center, a circle of candles formed a heart shape.
Timothy stood in the heart of candles.
Monica looked at him, biting her lip unconsciously.
She had seen scenes like this many times on TV and in real life.
But every time she saw it, she was just a bystander, standing quietly on the side, watching from afar, feeling envious, and offering blessings.
Back then, the romantic leads weren't her and Timothy.
Today, she wasn't a bystander anymore; she was the leading lady! And Timothy was the leading man!
It was so ordinary, even a bit cliché, but why... did Monica's heart feel so sweet?
It turned out that being in the scene and passing by the scene were two completely different experiences!
It was clear that Timothy had put a lot of effort into his appearance today.
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