Tiny flames reflect in Mark’s eyes as he sinks to one knee, wearing that I’m-trying-to-be-charming smile I love so much.
The string quartet closes in on us and plays a rose-coloured tune while other restaurant-goers turn to look our way, gasping, grinning or covering their mouths with their hands.
My heart becomes a puddle. “What are you doing?”
“I’m asking you to marry me, silly.” He pulls a small, wooden box from his jacket pocket and his grin widens.
The diamond glints from my ring finger as I wiggle my hand. “You already did, remember?”
He laughs and shrugs. “Let’s give these lovely folks a show.” He opens the box.
A folded note shifts off the green, velvet pillow inside the box to reveal a small, golden wedding band underneath.
I smile and bite my lip as I take the note and open it to read four words, ‘Nothing fancy, just love’.
“I don’t want to wait any longer until you’re my wife. We don’t need a Big Event to prove we love each other.” Mark’s cheeks gain some colour and his eyebrows twitch. He swallows. “Let’s elope.”
My breath whistles as I inhale, then giggle. “What, like right now?”
“Why not? It’s an adventure.” He shifts closer. “Rumour has it you love adventures.”
I suck on my teeth. “I don’t need a Big Event either, but I don’t think our folks will forgive us if we run off and get hitched without them there.”
He takes my hands sandwiched between his. Puppy dog eyes. “Come on, love. Let’s elope?”
I shake my head and laugh. “Okay, babe. Let’s elope.”
As I kiss him, the restaurant fills with applause.
He returns to his seat. “Now, adventure girl, let’s see if you can plan a wedding in a week.”
“Why you!” I punch his arm and sigh. “This was your plan all along?”
Mark winks. “Of course!”
© Yolandie Horak 2017