The Proposal
847 Words
“Yes, I'm almost there”. I shoved my phone back into my pocket.
Michael said he wanted to discuss something with me and it was urgent.
I didn't even have time to dress nicely. The last time he called me like this he told me his Aunt had died.
I was really scared and wanted to get to the venue fast.
I got to the restaurant and entered hastily. I looked around to see if I could find Michael and I saw him sitting at a corner booth.
I walked briskly to him and touched his shoulder.
He was startled a bit.
“What's wrong? What happened? Is everything all right?” I bombarded him with questions because I was worried.
“Ha ha, calm down babe. Take a seat” he said, and gestured for me to sit down.
I sat down while maintaining eye contact. I was genuinely worried.
“Please say something, you're making me restless”. I said with frustration evident in my voice.
“I want you to see something”. He smiled and made a signal to someone behind me. I tried to turn and get a glimpse of the person when, all of a sudden,
The lights in the room went dim and a romantic song started to play.
I was confused because it wasn't my birthday. It wasn't our anniversary either, confusion was evident on my face.
I looked around, trying to figure out what was going on.
A man suddenly approached me and handed me a bouquet.
“What's happening?” I asked Michael, but he smiled and ignored me.
He suddenly got up from his seat and knelt with one leg in front of me.
My heart was thumping so fast I thought it would explode.
“Rose Noir, will you marry me and make me the happiest man on earth?” He asked while smiling.
This was all too fast. I didn't want to do this, but he put a lot of effort into it and I didn't want to disappoint him. This was such a difficult moment for me.
“Yes, I'll marry you”. I blurted out. I looked at him as his eyes widened and beamed with happiness. He then charged at me with a hug.
Everyone in the restaurant started to clap and some decided to take pictures of us.
He held my chin and kissed me and the crowd went crazy.
THE NEXT DAY
“Michael, why didn't you tell me you were going to propose? You made me worry about nothing.
“If I had done that it wouldn't have been a surprise”. He said with a smile.
“You should still have told me, I looked so ugly”. I whined.
“Come on baby, you look beautiful in anything”. He assured me.
“We're meeting my parents tomorrow”. He suddenly blurted out.
“What? And you're telling me this now?”
“I'm sorry baby, but we still have to go because they want us to start the wedding preparations early”.
“Michael, this is too fast for me, are you even considering me? You're making decisions without even consulting me”.
I said, with an annoyed tone.
“Are you being like this because of your miscarriage?
Come on, it's nothing. Let's just finish with the marriage, okay?”
With that, he left to shower.
I heaved a sigh and just leaned into my chair.
…
Michael opened the door for me as I stepped out of the car.
He then held my waist as we headed to the door of his parent's house.
He knocked twice and a maid opened.
“Greetings sir, please come in” she gestured for us to enter.
“Have a seat here, okay, I'll go fetch my parents. He gave me a light peck on my lips and left.
I just sat there, fidgeting and waiting patiently.
I finally saw them walk in and got up immediately to greet them.
“Hello Mr and Mrs Tory,” I said with a smile.
“My uncle came to visit, but he's in the shower, so he'll be here in no time”, Michael said while helping his mother sit.
I just nodded my head and took my seat. I just wanted us to finish everything immediately. I was having an unsettling feeling here.
Mrs Tory started talking about how she wanted the wedding and how she wanted me to dress.
I just zoned out because I was tired and bored. This was my wedding, but it almost felt as if I was a stranger.
“Hey uncle, you finally decided to show up,” Michael said in a sarcastic tone.
I lifted my head to stare at his uncle and my heart sank.
“Am I dreaming?” I whispered to myself.
I looked away and blinked a couple of times to clear my vision.
I looked up again and I was in shock. Xavier?
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