Taking The Bull By The Horns

“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…

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