It was New Year’s Eve, Brock found a perfect parking spot on the street at the Plaza He said, “Since we have a little time before dinner, let’s walk around.” When we reached the bridge we passed by a stranger sitting on a bench. I later realized he was our photographer, Trent looking very incognito with a hat and mask. Brock dropped to one knee. I turned around smiling in disbelief and exclaimed “Oh my God! No! This isn’t happening!" Of course, I said “Yes!”