"Robbie!" Laura called as she stepped through the front door when she got home from work. "Yes love." He came into the hallway, slipped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek, as she was hanging up her jacket. She sighed happily, wrapped her hands around his and leaned back into his embrace. Robbie smiled against the shell of her ear, as he felt her engagement ring brush against his knuckles. She turned in his arms and kissed him. "About this wedding." His face fell. Was she starting to have second thoughts? "Everything alright pet?" She gave him a reassuring smile and another kiss. "Yeah, it's just... About dates and such. I'm fed up with people, that I don't even intend on inviting, asking 'When? Where? How?', and I don't want anything massive. I hate being the centre of attention, so I want it to be as little attention as possible." Robbie held her close, and kissed the top of her head. "We can do it with as little fuss as you want. How about we talk dates when we're in Paris? You're under a lot of stress at work, you can relax when we're away, and we can talk about it properly. I love you." She squeezed him around the waist, and pressed her cheek to his chest. "I love you too."
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A week later, Robbie and Laura were checking into their hotel in the centre of Paris, after catching the late Euro Star from St Pancreas. They plodded up to their room, got ready for bed, and were asleep as soon as their heads hit their pillows.
The next day, they visited the Arc de Triomphe and Notre Dame. After a relaxing stroll around the Jardin de Luxembourg, and a romantic meal in a small local restaurant, they headed towards the Eiffel Tower. They stepped into the lift at the bottom of the tower, and took the 180 metre trip to the top. Laura was amazed at how they managed to get straight into a lift on their own, without waiting in the queues she'd seen there in the past. They chatted throughout their journey, about the beautiful sights of Paris, and their plans for the rest of the week. When they were a short distance from the summit, Robbie turned Laura, so that she was facing him, with her back to the doors of the lift. "You know you wanted to talk dates for the wedding?" "Yeah..." She narrowed her eyes. What was he up to? He kissed her, and motioned for her to turn around as the doors opened. As they stepped out, Laura could hear soft music coming from round the corner. Robbie lead her out of the lift, and towards the source of the sound. He stood still when their destination was in sight. "Well I was wondering if you were free tonight?"
Laura was truly baffled! Before her stood three people, one of whom looked like a registrar, and the two other she assumed where witnesses. She spun round and threw her arms around Robbie's neck. "I love you!" He grinned an impossibly wide grin, and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I love you too. I figured that this is about you, me and no one else. We can celebrate with everyone else when we're home, but right now, the only attention you're the centre of, is mine."
An hour later, Mr and Mrs Robert Lewis, were celebrating at the Eiffel Tower's champagne bar. Laura lifted her head, and caught Robbie staring fondly at her. She grinned up at him. "What?" He placed his flute down on the bar and stood up; returning her grin. "Come here." She mirrored his actions, and took a step towards her husband. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and held her close to him. She responded by wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek into his chest, and sighing contentedly. He buried his face in his wife's hair. "I love you, so much. Mrs Lewis." He couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. "I love you too. Mr Lewis." She tilted her head up, and found herself nose-to-nose with him. He kissed her and moved them towards the edge of the platform; turning her around so that they were both looking out at the stunning view of Paris. They stood like that; his arms around her waist and hands resting on her stomach, her fingers intertwined with his, and his chin resting on her shoulder; for a good hour. Robbie pointed at a building, not far from the tower. "That's our hotel." Laura turned in his arms, smiled deviously, and pulled his head down to hers. She spoke against his lips. "And how quickly, do you suppose, could we get back to that hotel?" He returned the smile. "I'm not sure, but I'd say that we're wasting precious time." During this short conversation, they'd moved, as one, toward the door of the lift, and pushed the button. When the doors opened, Robbie scooped Laura up off her feet. She looped her arms around his neck and kissed him, as the doors closed behind them and they went off to celebrate their new union.
