Narrated by Travis

Twas a brisk dimly lit evening on the 31st of December, 2022. Distant travelers from the land called Charlotte, Sir Motley and Lady Campbell were accompanied by Sir & Lady Wise, as well as Sir & Lady Robinson. These fine folks and dearest of friends acquired a quaint "B&B" for the evening, in the vast hills of the land called Matthews. Their aim, to celebrate a new year, together. But what Lady Campbell did not know, was the great and mighty plan that Sir Motley had in store.

With love in the air, a light snow fall lightly making it’s way onto their front stoop, (and everyone chowing down on CHICKEN WINGS & TEQUILA)… Sir Motley began the great master plan of the evening. He met briefly with Sir's Wise & Robinson in Sir Wise's resting quarters, then swiftly sharing that the prize jewel was hidden. Hidden not by fear, hidden not by might, but hidden for a purpose. Sir Motley had hidden this prize jewel in Lady Wise’s slipper. He inquired that the Sir's indulge in a sport game that this village called "Twister." The time for this celebratory event, would be marked with grave intention. AKA HALFTIME DURING THE OSU vs GEORGIA FootFieldBallSportGame. #sportball

Hence, during this halftime, the comrades would rally to begin their brief game of "Twister." The game's referee, non other than Lady Campbell. As she spun the Twister dial, paying little attention to the little Boyz playing Twister, Sir Wise "lost." He then swiftly traveled to his resting quarters to retrieve the hidden jewel from his Lady’s slipper, and very sneakishly place it in the possession of Sir Motley. It was acquired, and the plan continued.

(Sir Robinson was not completely aware of the complete purpose and timeline, but we love him anyways…)

Henceforth.. Sir Motley nudged Sir Robinson’s arm, relaying the signal to then lose and exit the game. The clock struck 10:08pm, and only Sir Motley was left amidst the vastly colored mat. Lady Campbell spun the dial. It spun and spun, for what seemed like ages. It stopped… on the infamous blue. Sir Motley fought and fought to reach his right hand such a grave distance, to blue. As he reached, struggle ensued. To which, his knee bared it’s way down, striking the floor with such immense force. It has been said far and wide, that those in other villages can still hear the thundering strike of Sir Motley’s knee, hitting the Luxury Vinyl Planking floor. Hence, he did not feel defeat. He felt victory.. and then.. it began. The snowfall calmed, voices.. silenced (and the TV muted as well)… Sir Motley, on one knee, reached deep into his black cloak to retrieve the prize jewel, to then present to Lady Campbell.

Twas the moment that this journey had all been planned for. To inquire for Lady Campbell’s hand in marriage. With palms sweaty, knees weak, arms heavy (and mom’s spaghetti).. he paused for only a time, took his breath, gathered his scattered & anxious thoughts… looked to Lady Campbell, and said “Ashley Marie Campbell, will you marry me?”

Lady Campbell was elated as she leapt across into Sir Motley’s arms screaming “YES YES YES MY LOVE, I Will Marry YOU!”

The once quaint and relaxing “B&B” erupted with such excitement and joy. Celebration commenced.. and the night, a true and love-filled success.

(Then they called a bunch of people and family, kept eating chicken wings, and unfortunately watch the Georgia Bulldogs beat the Ohio State Buckeyes. BUT HEY, the plan worked!)

Thanks for reading about our engagement :) We hope it was captivating for you to read.

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