Mario waited anxiously for Stephanie to arrive. He looked around the rooftop of the skyscraper. Everything he had envisioned for months was laid out to perfection.

A small round table was draped with a beautiful white Irish lace tablecloth. It was set with fine bone china, gold plated silver ware, and a candelabra filled with glowing red candles. Bouquets of red roses, babies breath, and yellow carnations lined the perimeter of the rooftop. The night was warm and clear offering a great view of the Los Angeles skyline.

Tucked in a corner was a small orchestra. Luis the violinist was rubbing his hands and grimacing in pain. Luis was an old friend of the family who played in the philharmonic orchestra. He had volunteered to bring a few of his friends to lend a magical touch to the special evening.

Mario approached Luis with a great deal of concern. “What is wrong my old friend.” ” My arthritis is acting up and I am afraid I may not be able to play.”

Mario grabbed a bottle of pain pills from his duffle bag. “Here you are my friend,” he said as he handed Luis two of the tablets. Luis took them gratefully and downed them with a cup of water.

A half hour later a blushing Stephanie arrived on the rooftop. Right on cue the orchestra began to play the way you look tonight. Luis walked over to the couple and played a special violin solo then he handed Mario a small box.

Mario got down on one knee and asked Stephanie to marry him as both their families stepped out of their hiding places among the flowers. A surprised Stephanie accepted his propospal. After a round of hugs and kisses the families left the happy couple on the rooftop to enjoy their candlelight dinner. It seemed as though the whole of the heavens smiled down upon them as they basked in their joy.