As we strolled through the massive door of the stone building in front of us, descending the stairs hand in hand and turning towards the lower floors, I found myself pondering the prospect of spending the rest of my life with him.
Sure, making such a decision required time, but I could feel my heart, eager to be with him. As we finally entered the bar, an employee approached us to check our names. With two extra-fake smiles plastered on our faces, we uttered our fake names and navigated our way through the crowd.
"Seriously, what a crowd. It didn't look this packed in the photos," Alex remarked, leaning towards me. The bar's interior was dimly lit, with tables adorned with velvet and leather seats, illuminated only by candle-like lights. Towards the back, there was an expansive area with
