His dream.

What did you say?” Audrey asked.

“I didn’t say anything. What do you say to something like that?”

“Well, what happened after?”

“The gallery was amazing. I’ve never seen anything like it. We walked around and by the end, he held my hand. I felt like a little girl. I wanted to skip and sing. It felt amazing. He was the sweetest gentleman. We had our photo taken as we left, and the way he was looking at me made me want to melt. Afterwards, we went to dinner. But like… it wasn’t like a normal dinner. It was a private dinner on the rooftop of the museum. There was candlelight, and flowers, and soft music. It looked like a scene straight out of a movie. The food was amazing, we talked for hours, and he’s so interesting,” she gushed. “He’s so passionate about everything; I could listen to him talk forever. But then he listened to me and asked questions. I kept thinking there was no way it was real.”

“Amazing,” Tracy cooed. “But enough of the romance. Get to the good stuff.”

“Well…”

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