In which Stella bares all.
I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that when they reopened, I would realize this was all a dream. Because surely Tyson, who less than a year ago couldn’t stand to be in the same room as me, wasn’t planning on proposing.
That would be insane.
We’d said our ‘I love yous’, sure, but we’d technically only been dating for about three months, so it was definitely too soon to be thinking about marriage. At least, it was for me, but apparently Tyson had different ideas. Because here I was, in the world’s most surreal situation, standing in a hotel suite in Paris in hand stitched lingerie, staring at a diamond engagement ring while my boyfriend put our son to sleep in the adjacent room.
It was a sucky situation all around, really, because there wasn’t any way to get o
