As Hale led me up to the sidewalk, I was dumbfounded by the elegance of the place. It was a massive glass building, decorated in string lights and flowering vines and crystal chandeliers. Luminaries decorated the winding sidewalk up to the French doors. It was like a scene out of a fairytale, one that Hale had clearly just stepped out of the pages of.

"Are you alright?" he asked gently, lips nearly brushing against my ear.

"Of course. It's just so beautiful," I ...