Logan stands up, moves to the side of the table, then bends down on one knee. “Lana, will you marry me?” He looks up at me with big eyes and a tentative smile.
I gasp. Breathe! I tell myself, which is silly, because we’re already engaged. After all, I made a playdough ring and he said yes. To be nervous now is just…
Wow! The ring is EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED!! “How did you know?” I whisper.
He smiles, and I understand.
Dixie puts a magazine in front of me and points at the ring. “Lana, what do you think about this one?” she asks.
I scrutinize the picture. “It’s too…I don’t know…round,” I say, and flip through the pages of the Bride magazine; one of many that my friend had brought to my house to peruse. “There, that’s more like it,” I tell her, pointing to a marquis cut diamond. “But I think I’d rather have a ruby. It’s my birthstone, and I like it better than a traditional diamond.”
“Are you sure? Doesn’t every girl dream of a princess-cut diamond?” Dixie asks, practically drooling over a picture of a traditional engagement ring.
I shrug. “I want the whole proposal down on one knee in a restaurant, but I’m not getting that, am I? So why should I want a traditional ring? Mom hated hers; it caught on clothes and stuff, and she lost the stone once and had to have it replaced. No, a nice, low-profile marquis cut is more my style.”
Dixie holds up a picture of a marquis-cut diamond surrounded by smaller diamonds, with baguettes down the side. “There! Whatcha think about that one?”
My turn to drool! “It’s perfect! Except…”
“I know,” Dixie finishes for me, “a ruby.”
“You know Logan can’t afford that. Between his divorce and his student loans, he’s barely able to pay rent,” I remind her.
“A girl can dream,” Dixie says. “And I still say that diamonds are a girl’s best friend!”
“Wasn’t that a Marilyn Monroe movie?” I ask.
Dixie winks at me. “Yes, and it’s still true!”
“You used Dixie to find out what kind of ring I wanted!” I say.
Logan smiled, a dazzling smile that almost knocked me off my seat. Damn, he’s handsome when he does that. “Yes,” he replied.
“How did you pay for this?” I asked with wide eyes.
“I had some money put away for a special occasion, and nothing is more special than this,” he admitted. “Now, my legs are starting to cramp. Would you please answer the question?”
“Yes!” I say. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Clapping erupts around us as Logan stands. I jump, not realizing that the entire restaurant had been watching and holding their breaths. A couple of ladies come over to admire my new ring as Logan slips it on my finger.
“A perfect fit!” I say, then remember how Dixie had tried on my rings the week before. “Dixie is a tricksey minx!”
Logan and I laugh together, then he pulls me into his arms for a kiss. The lapels of his suit jacket are stiff and I have limited movement in my strapless dress, but we manage to inspire another round of applause. I pull away, a little embarrassed to have an audience.
As we settle back down to finish dessert, Logan informs me, “I’m going to propose again on a mountain, because I know how much you love to hike. But don’t expect another ring!”
I smile, touched. “I would love that.”
“And then I’m going to propose to you again, on a boat, because that’s my favorite spot. And I’m going to spoil you, so that you know how much I love you, so that I know you’ll always say yes,” Logan says.
I blink back the tears (happy ones) as I whisper, “Yes. Yes, I always will.”
This work of fiction was requested by Sally Ann, by lovely daughter, as an alternate ending to How I Met Your Father. This is how I would have preferred to be proposed to; in reality, we went to the jewelry store and I bought my own ring.
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