Will You Marry My Groom?
He led me to the car and opened the door for me, got into the driver’s seat, and started the car.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“That is confidential, for now.”
“At least a hint?”
“No, milady.”
The drive lasted for a few minutes before the car was pulled to a stop in front of a beautiful, grand, red-themed hotel.
“Wow, I already love this!”
The door was opened from outside, then Tristan was in view, extending his hands towards me.
“Oh, wow.” I giggled, taking his hand.
Multiple flashes from different cameras filled around us as he pulled me out of the car.
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