Love was in the air last night.
She stood behind us in line surrounded by several other couples. The group she was with would catch the next elevator up the 103 flights to the top of the Willis Tower. I knew it would be a night for her to remember; for moments earlier we heard a man nervously communicating to a security guard the events which were about to transpire.
As we arrived at the top of the Tower, we were greeted by a man standing in a window box 103 floors above a bustling city skyline. He was surrounded by gold and silver metallic balloons and bright red rose petals were sprinkled all over the glass box. Numerous spectators had gathered around as the next elevator reached the top.
She stepped off the elevator dressed to the nines. A little black dress accompanied by a pair of Prada fur-trimmed ankle boots; a perfect shoe choice for the snow flurries starting to accumulate on the ground down below. At first she did not notice him; his face somewhat lost in the darkness of the night. Her friends escorted her towards the ledge and then she finally made out his features. A soft faint yes was heard over the tears and the crowd erupted in applause.
Love was in the air last night; even at 1,451 feet!
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