It was their 5th year anniversary and during the past five years, their relationship had not been like their on-again-then-off-again relationship back in high school. Relationships are complicated and theirs was truly that but they had made it work— and they are still making it work surprisingly well up to this time.

"Fancy seeing you here," the golden haired, blue-eyed boy casually said turning to the petite brunette sitting next to him at the bar. He smiled at her, his trademark million dollar smile that never failed to charm anyone even the most hard to please woman there is out there. "A frozen margarita for the beautiful lady here, scotch on the rocks for me," he ordered the bartender.

"You know me too well." She liked the thought of him still knowing what she wanted to order, without her actually saying it, without him needing to ask.

"And you haven't changed a bit. Although I would have to say that you look more beautiful now than when I last saw you." Was it last New Year's eve at the Bass-Van Der Woodsen party?

"You flatter me too much."

"Flattery connotes insincerity. I'm merely stating the truth."

"You're still the charmer I used to know, I see."

"But only at your feet, mademoiselle."

A couple of drinks later, they found themselves devouring each other at the Honeymoon suite in the Palace.

"You're not dating anyone right now, are you?" He asked unzipping her red dress. He wasn't used to be this aggressive with her before. Somehow, a red dress has that effect, throwing away his inhibitions to the window and everything.

"I wouldn't be here with you if I was." She answered in a sarcastic but playful way of saying. "What about you? Anyone I should know about?"

"Not that I'm aware of." He kicked off his shoes and kissed her with all the desire and passion he can muster.

And that was how they had rekindled their relationship. There was no mention of the past and they had planned to keep it that way.

Earlier that day, he went to Tiffany's & Co. to buy her the diamond necklace he had seen her eyeing during their short visit at the store a week ago. He didn't buy the $50,000 necklace to show her how much she means to him simply because even the most expensive jewelry in the store wouldn't amount the same with his affections for her. It was the gesture itself— if a piece of jewelry could make her happy, could bring a smile on her face, he would get it by all means and give it to her. (Not that he would have to rob a bank or anything; he was ridiculously rich, simply put.) He'd do anything to make her happy or if it's possible, happier.

He glanced at the wall clock hanging on the blue walls. It was 6:30 in the evening so he rushed to his bathroom to shower and get dressed. After twenty minutes, he went back to his closet to pick out a white Gucci dress shirt and a black Valentino coat to match.

It took seven rings for her to answer her metallic pink phone. "I'm picking you up in twenty minutes," he said as he got out of the black limo that has just been parked outside a luxurious apartment building, its windows and balconies overlooking the Metropolitan Museum.

"Someone sounds so eager," her tone was teasing.

"No, I'll be there in fifteen." Glancing at the Bulgari watch he was wearing on his left wrist, he continued to say, "I just can't wait to see you."

"I can't wait to see you too. I love you."

"I love you more." He smiled. The elevator doors opened revealing a spacious living room. He goes up the winding stairs swiftly. It was almost as if he was in a Disney movie— with him being the prince on his way to sweep the princess off her feet. Finally reaching his destination, he knocked on the door and was greeted by the most gorgeous girl he had ever laid his eyes on.

"Didn't know fifteen minutes could be this quick." A brunette beauty came into view as the door opened.

He bent closer to kiss her on the lips. He held her right hand turning her around as if they were dancing; her Audrey Hepburn inspired black dress swirling around as well. She giggled, filling the room with her musical laughter. He smiled giving her the bouquet of roses, "I know you love hydrangeas but roses are much more appropriate for the romantic night we will be having."

"Well, in that case, I can't wait to see what else is in store for me."

"I can start showing you now." He led her back towards her bed and as they both sat down, he took the velvet box from inside his coat. After opening it; her face was filled with that of surprise.

"This is for the lady." He put the diamond necklace around her neck, letting his fingers linger on the softness of her shoulders. "Because she deserves the finest things in life and this is only one among many."

She was struggling to think of words to say so she looked at his blue eyes instead and clashed her lips into his like it was only the most natural thing for her to do.

Inside the limo, he clasped her hands into his as he told the chauffer where they were going— "To the Four Seasons. The restaurant. On East Fifty-second Street. Not the hotel."

"But honey, I have this sudden craving for a giant cheeseburger and lots of fries and a sundae. Can't we go to McDonald's instead?"

He turned to her, waiting for her to say "I'm just kidding. How are we going to end up there dressed like this?" but she didn't. Her pleading eyes said it all.

After fifteen minutes or so, the limo stopped in front of the well-known fast food chain and before they got out, she took off her jewelry and the numerous bobby pins that were holding her hair up and put everything inside her black Fendi clutch bag, putting it inside a compartment. He, on the other hand, took off his coat and messed up his hair a little. But it did not matter what they did to their hair or clothes because they still look like a million bucks.

"Ready, miss?" He asked trying to be serious amidst all that.

"Why, darling, I thought you'd never ask."

With that, they couldn't hold the laugh forming in their throats anymore and together, they burst out in laughter.

"Had I known we'd end up having dinner here, I wouldn't have spent too much time putting on make up and deciding what to wear for a whole 2 hours."

"You spend that too much time for me? Wow. Let me just say I'm flattered."

She playfully slapped his arm as they both grinned at the cashier, who in turn gave them a puzzled look.

By then, they had managed to ignore the questioning looks given to them by some of the customers as they are now enjoying their dinner.

She was eating her strawberry sundae now with a small spoon when she suddenly noticed a diamond ring on it. He looked at her and smiled, again with that million dollar smile that never failed to charm anyone, the million dollar smile that had made her fall head over heels in love with him.

"You saved me from the trouble of seeing you choke from accidentally swallowing the ring." She didn't laugh or smile at this attempt of his to joke but instead, she gave him a curious look. "You should've found the ring in a chocolate cake or whatever dessert they are serving but the ideal proposal in my mind hadn't happened as planned the minute you decided you wanted a cheeseburger instead of steak and caviar. I wouldn't have believed it because…"

"Nate?" Her calling out his name still brings shivers to his spine.

"Just go down on your knee and ask."

He smiled at her demands and did what he was told. "Blair Waldorf, I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me?"

"Of course I will, Nathaniel Archibald."

And they kissed, of course, with people clapping and cheering on them.

"I love you, Nate Archibald, always have, always will." She whispered into his ears.

"I love you more now than ever before."