Despite her complaint, a glint of excitement shone in her eyes.

Women could be quite contradictory.

Just then, sweet, melodious music filled the private room, accompanied by a man's singing.

Dressed in a formal suit, Hutton slowly approached Valeria, holding a bouquet of red roses in one hand and a microphone in the other.

“It's a beautiful night. We're looking for something dumb to do. Hey baby I think I wanna marry you. Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice? Who cares baby; I think I wanna marry you..."