A silent breeze blows above the mer. Kiora digs her toes into the sand. She stands with her jaw agape. 'Is he serious?' Her mind turns numb from the question. Kiora crosses both arms in defense.

"Are you joking?" She asks.

"Not at all, ma cherisa," Santanna coos. He reaches for her hands. "Will you marry me?"

Kiora asserts her position. She removes herself away from his grasp. 'Asking a second ...