Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 61

At Kent’s words, he paused briefly, then reached for a thick proposal folder beside him and handed it to Silvia. “There are still a few details you need to finalize. You can change anything you like—it’s all up to you. Take a look first.”

The proposal was nearly half a centimeter thick, which spoke volumes about how much was packed inside.

Its cover was almost dreamlike, with “Engagement Party Proposal” emblazoned boldly in the center—eye-catching and impossible to ignore.

Under Kent’s steady gaze, even those cold, printed words seemed to radiate warmth.

Silvia’s fingertips trembled as she took it.

She understood that a proposal like this wasn’t something that could be thrown together overnight.

Kent hadn’t done this on a whim, nor was he just going through the motions. He’d been planning—really planning—for a long time.

That realization softened something inside her.

She wasn’t sure how to describe what she was feeling. Besides being moved, there was an ache—a kind of bittersweet yearning.

Look at this.

Everything she once thought was out of reach, Kent had handed her so easily now.

It wasn’t until she left Shipley that Silvia realized how foolish all her efforts had been. All along, she’d poured herself out for someone who never cared.

Kent’s teasing voice broke through her thoughts. “It’s just a small thing, don’t get all teary-eyed. This kind of ceremony is something I owe you.”

He lifted his hand and gently brushed away a teardrop from beneath her eye.

Silvia looked up and met his gaze. His eyes sparkled with quiet amusement, and for a moment, she couldn’t look away.

Kent drove Silvia back to Opal Ridge Retreat. Only after his car disappeared from view did she finally head inside.

In the living room, Finn lounged on the couch with his legs crossed, eyes full of mischief. The moment she walked in, he couldn’t resist asking, “So, Silvia, how did it go? Not bad, right?”

Kent was practically legendary in their social circle—young, handsome, accomplished, and with a spotless reputation. Every heiress in the city had her sights set on becoming Mrs. Parsons.

Even Finn had been surprised when Kent agreed to the marriage.

But thinking about it, it did make sense. After all, in Capital City, only the Ashfords and the Parsons were truly on equal footing.

Silvia caught the gossip gleam in Finn’s eyes and, after a moment’s thought, handed him the proposal.

She sat down next to her brother, propping her chin on one hand, fingers tapping thoughtfully as she threw the question back at him. “So, big brother, what do you think of this proposal?”