Jay-Jay's POV
Life sweetened slow post-chaos. Mornings dawned lazy: Keifer's fresh coffee steaming, bracelet clinking soft as he kissed awake. Afternoons filled Section E vibes — Freya dragging to fun dress fittings ("Future-proofing!"), Grace's flower-arranging workshops bursting color, Rakki scheming "business empires" over tea. Nightmares? Vanished. Sleep wrapped deep, dreams light and free.
Serina's family dinners glowed weekly — no tension, just recipe trades giggling over lumpia tweaks, tall tales from home spun loud. C-in FaceTimed constant: "Flower boy duties locked — visits incoming!" Scars faded gentle in therapy: gratitude journals piled high with "Keifer's laugh," "Section E chaos."
Thames sunset walk sealed it. Keifer halted mid-stride, box blooming open. "No crashes, no shadows. Jay-Jay, my queen, ulupong — survive every tomorrow with me?" Knelt smooth, eyes locked shining. "Yes," I whispered fierce, hauling him up. Ring glided perfect, cool metal warming instant. Kisses melted under pink skies, world fading soft. Section E burst from bushes — confetti storms, cheers thundering, smuggled cake thrusting forward. Love landed whole.