Page 8 of Angels & Whiskey
“That’s true.”
A waiter walked over and explained the prix fixe menu to us. As we waited for the meal, we made small talk and watched the fountains continue to do their show every fifteen minutes. Everything was perfect and I was no longer nervous as we held light conversation and ate the best meal of my life.
“Are you ready for dessert?” Rich asked.
I was stuffed, but since it was a set menu, I’d been eyeing the crème brûlée that some of the other guests were already eating.
“You bet.”
“Good.” Rich grabbed my hand as we waited for the waiter to bring our dessert. Another waiter poured us more champagne and I took in the view once more, knowing the night was coming to an end.
The waiter finally brought our desserts and Rich let go of my hand so we could eat. I was mid-sip of my champagne when I felt something hit my lip. Pulling the glass away, I examined it, noticing something metal inside the bubbly liquid. The realization hit as I saw Rich slide from his seat and kneel at my side.
“Rich …”
He reached into the glass, pulling out the biggest diamond I’d ever seen that sat on what I assumed was a platinum band with two smaller diamonds beside it. The three princess cut diamonds sparkled in the candlelight as the brut champagne dripped down his fingers.
“Autumn Summers, since I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were meant to be my princess. I’ve wanted to ask you a question since I told you that I loved you on our fifth date. I know we’ve only been together for six months, but when you live your life in war, you tend to not take anything for granted. I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I’m done waiting. Will you marry me?”
I felt a tear roll down my right cheek as my hand covered my mouth in surprise. “Yes!”
Everyone clapped in the restaurant while Rich held me in his arms and kissed me until I could no longer breathe.
For twenty-six years, I’d envisioned how my first Valentine’s Day date would go and none of them played out like my day had.
It was perfect.
