“So, first we went on a helicopter ride over the city, and then he rented out this theater, I forget the name, not the big one,” Cali chewed her lip, looking away. “It doesn’t matter, but when we got there there wasn’t anyone, I thought we were going to see a show.” Holden placed his hand on hers. “It was dark besides roses and hundreds of candles,”
“Thousands,” Holden corrected.
“Thousands of candles, and a band and orchestra band, string quartet? Whatever.” Cali waved her hand. “He brought me to the top of the stairs and proposed there in front of this huge window that overlooked a moonlight garden.” She sighed and looked up as if she could see it now. “Normally I would say it would be over the top and cheesy,” Cali gave me her wry smile. “But I deserve it.” She flipped her curls beh
