I dropped my bag at my side when I saw the room. The view was one thing, but it was the roses on the bed and the whole set up with champagne and strawberries. “A House Is Not A Home” by Luther Vandross softly played in the background. I slowly walked over toward the bed to read the roses on the bed. My heart was beating uncontrollably as I read the words.
I KNEW IT HE’S GONNA PROPOSE OMGGGGG
