As Hale led me up to the sidewalk, I was dumbfounded by the elegance of the place. It was a massive glass building, decorated in string lights and flowering vines and crystal chandeliers. Luminaries decorated the winding sidewalk up to the French doors. It was like a scene out of a fairytale, one that Hale had clearly just stepped out of the pages of.
"Are you alright?" he asked gently, lips nearly brushing against my ear.
"Of course. It's just so beautiful," I explained, ignoring the way he made me want to forgo this whole event for somewhere private.
"I'm glad you like it. It's one of the five event venues my brother and I own. This is my personal favorite," Hale reported.
"I can see why," I agreed, still in awe.
He walked slowly, helping me stay balanced on the platform heels that
