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Lance cradles Andrea in his arms, unable to control the warm feeling in his chest. She pulls away and looks around the patio. She was so focused on arguing with Leonie, she didn’t fully appreciate the romantic décor on the patio. Now she’s overwhelmed by the soft pink light and the smell of the cherry blossoms. “It’s so romantic,” she says, “You’re not going to—“ “What?” Lance interrupts her, his eyes suddenly darkening. “You‘re not going to kneel down and propose to me, are you?” “Propose to you?” Lance absently pats the pocket with the velvet box, “That’s a good idea.” Andrea’s expression becomes difficult to read. “What a sick joke,” she thinks, “He knows I really want a divorce.” A waiter interrupts her thoughts, offering her a warm towel on a tray. Andrea takes the towel and s