Yes, yes, yes! And especially yes to the couldn’t–be-more-perfect platinum and diamond ring with pink sapphires (he knows me so well!). A ring that unbeknown to me had been in the suitcase that the airline had misplaced on our way to Paris. And all the time I’d been distraught at the prospect of going without heels and hair straighteners, Dale had been worrying that he’s lost a piece of jewellery worth twice his monthly salary! Obviously, the case turned up in the end, much to his secret relief and I got my perfect proposal on our perfect trip to Paris. And thank God for that. My months of subtle hints that gradually became not so subtle, have finally broken him.
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| I want us to celebrate our love and how far we’ve come together with all the people that we care about. |
I was so sickeningly, hallmark card, Thornton chocolates happy that I didn’t even care that his legs were too wobbly to do the down on one knee thing – although the fact that he’d gone an odd shade of green did worry me ever so slightly.
So now we’re engaged. Yey! And I can’t keep the smile off of my face. After we’d made our swift descent back down the Eiffel Tower (during which he confessed he’d been having a recurring nightmare about dropping the ring and it falling the however many hundred feet to the ground), I felt like telling every stranger that passed. I probably would have, had I been sure that we spoke the same language. For the rest of the trip it was like we were sharing this little secret. And, although the moment we got back home the world and his wife (damn her for beating me up the aisle) knew about our engagement, it still feels like our secret in a way.
I look down at the shiny (huge!) rock on the finger that had been reserved especially for her and smile at the promise that she represents. The promise that, one day, not too far in the distant future, Dale and I are going to share a magical day just for us. But that at the end of that day, when the last crumb of cake has been eaten and the last sip of champagne drunk, nothing will have changed apart from my name.
And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
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