~Veronica Beckham A few tears escaped from my eyes, not because of the sweet words that came out of his mouth but because of the fairytale dreams I had about love that just went down for money. A lot of people approached us to say their congratulations. I felt so used. "Can we go?", I mumbled, putting my things into my bag. "Yeah", he signaled the waitress to bring the bill. Mrs. Greta came instead, "It's on the house dear, it's not every time we get a proposal here", she chuckled. "Why aren't you happy?" She looked at me. "I am, I'm just overwhelmed", I giggled. Arthur offered me his hand and I took it, plastering a fake smile at him. "We'll see you next time, we have to continue our celebration at home." We said our goodbyes and left the shop. I couldn't stand him, so I walked ahead. Immediately we got inside the car Arthur spoke, " Why do you always ask questions? You almost ruined my proposal?" He yelled. "You caught me off guard, a little heads up would have been nice inste
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