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It was Halloween night, and the chilly air was thick with excitement. We had spent the evening at a lively concert at a local spot, blending into the crowd while dressed as if from a bygone era. Me in a stylish flapper-inspired gown, my partner as a sharp dressed gangster, complete with the fedora's. The streets glimmered with jack-o’-lanterns, and echoes of laughter and music danced through the historic town. After the concert, we drove back to the house. Jacob stopped in the driveway, tilting his head with that mischievous smile and asked, “Who put a pumpkin on the porch?” My curiosity overcame me. So of course, I went out on the porch to check it out. As I began to turn the pumpkin around, I noticed the letters carved into the flickering orange glow: “Marry Me.” My heart skipped a beat. Slowly turning the pumpkin with trembling hands, I looked up, and there he was, kneeling in the crisp autumn light with a bouquet of yellow roses, my favorite color. His blue eyes were soft but filled with urgency, and he spoke with heartfelt clarity, “I can’t spend another day without you being my wife. Will you marry me?” I whispered a firm, joyous “Yes!” and he slipped the ring onto my finger. In that moment, the streetlights sparkled brighter, the night seemed warmer, and beneath our playful mafia disguises, a truly unforgettable memory had been made. We celebrated on the porch, squealing into the night before walking back inside, hand in hand, yellow roses in tow, it was clear that this Halloween would forever be etched in our hearts a night of costumes, music, and an everlasting promise.