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47. The Blissful Moments
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I get your attention please." Someone's loud voice breaks my trance.
Ashar and I both turn our heads. Everyone else in the restaurant do the same. There is a young man with copper hair who is standing at the stage connected to a wooden dance floor with a wireless mic close to his mouth.
"Today is the day when I first time confessed my love to the woman who is my fiancé now." He smiles, "Since the happiness in me is overflowing so I can't keep it to myself anymore, thought to share with all of you." He turns to his right, "Natalia, I want to say I still love you very much and my heart still races the same way like it raced when I saw you first time."
"Awe." I exclaim aloud and smile. That's cute.
I'm not the only who reacted like that. Other people in the restaurant also applaud for them and express their awe's in unison. That man walks over, taking the flower bouquet from the waiter and sits on his knees in front of the woma
FicromYes, they kissed. It's for sure. Do not doubt on that. Lol. OH MY GOD, THEY KISSED FOR REAL.
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