There was going to be a surprise at the end of the night.
Not a marriage proposal, god no. Even if I had thought we were there, I would have dropped hints to gauge her reaction first.
Nor was it a break up. Even if I had concrete evidence she'd have cheated on me, I hated when people made a huge song and dance (sometimes literally) about dumping someone.
No, I was simply going to reveal that I'd won the lottery and was now a multimillionaire.
The surprise turned out to be she did like public dumping, without concrete evidence.
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