What A Proposal To Remember
I haven’t stopped smiling since my boyfriend proposed to me last night. I guess I shouldn’t call him my boyfriend anymore, but my fiance. I should have known something was up when he showed up to take me out to dinner at this swanky restaurant. He was wearing a suit, cufflinks, dress shoes, the whole nine yards. I looked all right, I suppose, but had I known what was coming, I most certainly would have dressed up more and at least have had my nails done. He did it up big, had the waiter serve my ring to me on the plate with dessert.
