/Amber’s pov/
He kissed me gently. "You're welcome. Come on, let's go look." He turned me in the direction of the door, smiling happily.
I can barely include my exhilaration as he handed me the keys. My hands were dancing so badly that I could also not get the key in the lock, so he needed to do it for me. As we walked through the doors, I was currently weeping. There was a little reception location that led on to 2 massive dancing workshops that had mirrors overall of one wall and stunning tough timber floorings, best for dancing on.
"Oh, Mike, this is excellent!" I wept.
He smiled. "I had somebody come in as well as create everything. Yet if there's anything you do not like, we can transform it, OK?" he mentioned, taking my hand and pulling me out of the door. " Look upstairs," he re
