"You see this mango?" Phineas nonchalantly tossed the citrus orb into the air. "Mangoes," he threw a glance Isabella's way, "are often regarded as kind of the fruits." A bite was taken. "Can't help but call to mind myself, whom I believe to be king of all twenty-something men in Danville."
The young woman playfully rolled her eyes, all too accustomed to such jesters. "Were you also aware," she provoked, "that mango leaves have been established as toxic?"
Phineas chuckled. "Is that so? Well, if that's how you feel, then I guess I can't do as formerly planned."
"Do what?" Isabella queried his actions, curiosity igniting her already enticed eyes.
"This."
He touched a knee to the ground as validity saturated his features.
Isabella's heart forcefully slammed itself against her chest. The young man kneeling before her pulled a gleaming engagement ring from a velvet casing, both he and the diamond glistening with amour.
She lightly drew her breath.
"Phineas…"
And thus composed the stunning, resplendent life of Phineas and Isabella Flynn.