Constant plotting was the name of the game when it started pissing rain just before Amar was due to propose to Victoria at Mr Stork.
I waited as inconspicously as possible behind their table at the reception bar at level 25 while Amar and I exchanged messages when he went to the toilet to make backup plans, and backup of backups.
The epic thunderstorm eventually passed – for once the weather forecast was exactly right! – and Amar led Victoria to the balcony area for the official question.
Best part? We made it up to Mr Stork for some rooftop shots
