AUTHOR'S POVThe elevator finally comes to a stop at the thirtieth floor, and he offers me a nod just as the doors spill open.“Shall we?”My head moves in an answering nod and I follow him out of the elevator, walking into the penthouse suite of the hotel. If I thought the ground floor of this building was exquisite, then I was gravely mistaken. This place looks like a secret garden on the other side of the clouds.Roses are littered everywhere – red petals dotting the floor, floral arches bringing a softer pink set over our heads, and candles flickering with soft light that adds to the romantic vibe. The arrangement is so elegant that something constricts painfully in my chest.When we get to the bedroom and the final design comes into view, my feet grind to a halt.This is a proposal. The words “Marry Me” are written in designs of red and pink petals.Different varieties of a refusal start to dance around in my skull. This is so out of my field of thought that it makes me cringe. I
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