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I WAS SO CONFUSED.

My mother was trying to hold back a smile on her face as she led me towards a table in the restaurant, her hand clasped firmly in mine.

"Where are we going?" I asked impatiently, resisting the urge to roll my eyes when she didn't bother giving a proper response.

"Just wait and you'll see."

She led me all round the back, over to another room and then through there. The dress she had forced me into was already starting to feel too tight, and my hair was starting to annoy me as its loose curls constantly got caught in my lip-gloss.

She pulled me into a back room with some stairs, and urged me up them. All week everyone had been acting strange around me; everyone except you, that is.

There was a faint noise of music coming from the top of the stairs as we walked, me leading her for a change. My heels clicked along the old stones with each step I took, and despite not knowing what was happening, I felt a flurry of butterflies dance around in my stomach.

My mother stopped me once I got to the top, her hands coming up to re-arrange my hair and brush a stray eyelash off my face.

"I'd say make a wish," she said gently, holding up her finger to show the loose eyelash resting on the tip. "But I know all your dreams are going to come true tonight."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice coming out as a whisper. "What's going on?"

She just smiled at me and pulled me into a gentle hug. "Just go inside, honey. I'll see you later."

And then I was alone, standing outside the doors that led to the unknown, a nervous feeling fluttering inside me and my head still in a daze like before.

I gave the doors a small hesitant push and they swung open, almost like they were expecting my arrival. I walked forward and, despite knowing how cliché and girly it was, couldn't help but let out a small gasp at the sight.

It was the roof of the building; but I'm sure most other roofs weren't as beautifully decorated like this was one. Candles had been scattered around, lighting everything up in the darkness, classical music was playing softly in the background from a stereo in the corner, and one lone table covered in flowers was placed in the centre, ready to be used.

And there you were; standing right in front of the table, a small smile on your face as you watched me.

I walked forward towards you, my mouth opening in shock whilst I tried to gather some words together to say. You kept quiet and continued to smile at me, making no move and not giving anything away with your expression.

I opened my mouth to finally speak; and then my eyes caught sight of the small black box in your hands, and I found it snapping shut again.

You finally moved; stepping forward and bending down so that one knee rested on the ground. I was aware of tears building inside my eyes, but it didn't matter to me right now. All that mattered was you.

You kept your eyes on me, and only me, as you fumbled around with the box, desperately trying to open it. The lid snapped up, revealing the most gorgeous diamond ring I had ever seen, and you carefully raised it up to me.

"Will you marry me?"

I couldn't do anything as I stared into your bright eyes, and fell in love all over again. My body seemed to react quicker than my mind, as I nodded my head rapidly before finally gathering the words together.

"Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes," I blurted out, letting out an overwhelmed giggle and reaching out to you.

Your smile widened, and you quickly stood up and claimed my lips with your own. I was pulled into your chest and swung around, laughing along with you as we basked in the happiness.

The ring was perfect; it fit snugly on my finger, like it had always belonged there. I stared down at the diamond, watching it sparkle in the moonlight.

"Thank you," your voice had my head snapping up, my eyes catching yours immediately.

"What?"

You chuckled lightly, and pulled me back into your strong arms. "For saying yes."

I rested my head in your chest, inhaling your scent and letting it consume me. "I should be the one saying thank you." I mumbled into your tux.

You let out another small chuckle, and I could feel it vibrate through your chest, filling me with a warm feeling. "Oh really? What for?"

"For making this the most perfect moment of my life,"

And, even to this day, it was perfect. Despite everything that has happened since, that moment was just you and me together, with the promise to never be apart again; perfect and untainted.

I should have realised then that it was never going to last.