Ashley Bowen took it all in. She suddenly started to believe what Claire Sutton had told her—Yuri Sinclair and this adopted daughter of his had been first loves.
"Your Majesty, may the game begin?" Prime Minister Sutton asked Yuri Sinclair.
Yuri Sinclair's brows were tightly knit. He gave a faint wave of his hand. "Let's begin."
At once, the music swelled again.
This time, Sylvia Young had a clear target.
Even though Yuri Sinclair was sitting outside the yellow circle, she was still confident she could toss the bouquet right into his hands.
Her lips curved into a smug smile as she leaned slightly in Yuri Sinclair's direction.
Down below, the young bachelors all tensed up, rising onto their toes, ready for a scramble.
Then, Sylvia Young raised her hand and tossed the bouquet.
