It was perfect.
Bricks Bennet had arranged everything: the balcony table, the champagne, the ring--even the flash mob singing "I Think I Wanna Marry You". Samantha couldn't say no, and she didn't. All of Chez Albert burst into cheers when she accepted.
But no sooner had the crowd dispersed than Brick began to wonder. Had he done the right thing? Had he just set the bar for romance far too high? And who was that dark, winged figure at the top of the stairs?