The closer they got to the stadium, the more congested the roads became. The car kept moving and stopping.
The phone vibrated as messages kept popping up in the group chat.
Thea Lynch looked down, unlocked her phone, and skimmed through the messages.
"Silas?" Ian Preston asked.
"Yeah." Thea replied while typing: "He's asking where we are."
Ian checked the road ahead, "Probably another ten minutes."
Thea nodded and passed the message along to Silas.
In the group, Silas Cheney saw the message, glanced at the traffic jam on the road, and sighed.
"Good thing I left early."
Julian Zimmerman and Sean Bell arrived around the same time as him, just minutes apart.
Sean asked, "Is the third brother really proposing today?"
"Who said that?" Silas turned his head to look at him, "They're not even going to the box seats, how could there be a proposal?"
Under such circumstances, if a proposal were made in front of so many people, Thea definitely wouldn't be happy.
