There's no time for love.

"Lillian Rose Morales-"
He began walking around the table, while his suit and the dim lights caressing his features. I could almost say I loved him.. But then, that would make me weak. And I'd never allow that.
My rebellious heart still frantically raced and tortured me with not allowing me to keep my breathing steady, like a sophisticated woman would do. He began to kneel before me, both his hands shielding a tiny velvet box from my view, and looked at me through his gloriously thick, black lashes.
"... Would you do me the honor.. of becoming my wife?"
A deafening silence blanketed us, including the crowd with awkwardness beginning to take the place of gooey cuteness filling their eyes. And then...
"... I need to go."
I left.