The Small Volour Box (Double Nonet)
He made special reservations at
the restaurant where we first met.
We were seated and catered
with the food and wine. Then
in the middle of
dinner, he pulled
out a small
volour
box...
He rose out of his seat and got down
on one knee and looked me in the
eye and said that he loved me.
The big surprise in the
little box was a
question and a
ring. Will you
marry
me?
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