"Ellie, how’s the packing going? I’ve already organized your new place as Ethan requested. If you can’t manage to move everything by yourself, I can get some help."
Elena ignored her, slinging her heavy backpack over her shoulder and heading out. All the things here had been bought by Ethan; none of it was really hers.
Even the "Celestia's Crown" that Sienna had once desperately wanted was carelessly left in the room.
Sienna hurried after her, asking what should be done with the items in the room. Without even glancing back, Elena replied, "Throw it all away."
That evening, when Ethan returned home, the place was completely transformed—flower walls, balloons, a cake, and a gathering of their mutual friends and family.
Sienna eagerly rushed to take his coat, giving their friends a playful glare.
"It’s all their idea to decorate. They heard you were proposing and insisted on coming to join the fun."
Ethan frowned subtly, but Sienna, her cheeks flushed, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I don’t want them to waste a trip. I’ve already got the ring ready. How about you just play along?"