FLAWS AND DENTS "Will you marry me? " he asked, on a bent knee, a wide grin spread across his mouth. Fiona stopped sipping her margarita, her hand stuck on her straw as I gaze at him in shock. He gazed back at her , waiting earnestly for her response. She bent her head as tears welled up in her eyes. One, two they dropped and before she knew it, the floodgates opened. Her shoulders shook as the tears came cascading down her face. He quickly stood from where he knelt and rushed to her side. "Honey, why the tears? Talk to me, why are you crying? You know you can talk to me about anything? What did I do wrong? " He begged as he held her face and tried to wipe her face with his handkerchief. "Baby.... " She started as another bout of tears took over her. "Honey, these tears are killing me. I can't stand seeing you like this anymore. Please talk to me, I beg of you. " She tried to steady her whirling emotions as ...
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