“Will you marry me?”
He stared, flabbergasted. “Yes,” he finally stuttered.
She slipped the ring on her finger, pleased. “Alright! However, this is the official story: you flew me to Paris, and proposed beneath the Eiffel Tower. Understood?!”
“Understood,” he solemnly nodded.
She chuckled. And they said I’d never get myself a man to marry…