My handsome butler, resplendent in his smart black waistcoat and bow tie, greets me at the door. “Hello princess,” he softly intones as he manfully leads me to a rose-strewn alcove.

Romantic music swells and I sit down and thumb through the menu, feeling more nervous than I hope is apparent. What’s it to be? Sipping champagne while adorned with a tiara as this blue-eyed Adonis waits on me hand and foot?

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