Steve drove home early that day to surprise her.
Today was the 15th and according to her, they had been dating a full
year. He met her at the front door and sneakily slipped a blindfold over her
eyes. She felt his hand clasp hers and lead her down the driveway to his car.
She sat down in the passenger seat of her hot and humid boyfriend’s car that
had been cooking in the Florida heat all day. She heard the door shut next to
her, as few seconds go by, she hears Steve sit and close his
door. A blast of cool air streams by her face.
It seemed like forever to get wherever he had in mind. Her
door creaked open and he took her hand to lead her indoors. It was cool and
refreshing…and quiet. She heard footsteps behind her and now she could see. Her
cousins, mom, dad, sisters, friends, everyone was there in front of her but
most importantly, Steve, on his knee. Out of the silence broke the few most
precious words “Will You Marry Me?”. He had taken her to the restaurant where
they had their first date. Just as she had dreamed.
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