My Stolen Valentine

Addy had always dreamed of the the perfect romantic dinner in the city's most romantic restaurant, Saint Valentine's. Unfortunately, life, or rather the men in in hers, never managed to meet her high expectations. After all, she was the assistant manager of Saint Valentine's. She lived romance every night, but none more than on Valentine's.
Henry had waited years to propose to Laura. The two had been there through thick and thin for more than a decade. Sure, their schedules often conflicted or something would happen somewhere in the world, pulling them to opposite sides of the planet, but she had always been the one he came home to.
As the minutes passed, and his date didn't show for their reservation at Saint Valentine's, Henry couldn't help but laugh how his plans with Laura always went awry. Prepared to call it, he was suddenly embraced by a stunning woman claiming to be Laura.
Addy, the woman who had helped him plan this entire night, refused to see his efforts go to waste. "To those fortunate enough to find the one," she toasted.
"To finding the one," Henry toasted back.