"Mrs. Wong-Norton? Oh I just love your designs!" a woman in her late forties exclaims, waving her hands in the air for emphasis. I smile and nod as she goes on about her favorite show of mine.
"Ah, sorry ma'am, but we've got reservations at a restaurant and really need to get going." my boyfriend, Zach Norton smiles politely at the lady and steers me towards Du Fromage with my shoulders. I frown at my adorable boyfriend.
"Sorry, Megs, but ever since you became a fashion designer we haven't had much alone time." he apologizes. I stare into his beautiful blue eyes and smile dreamily. Zach and I started dating five years ago, when we were both seniors in high-school. I'd always liked him, ever since sixth grade. But he'd liked Cassidy, and, well, it was complicated.
"It's fine sweetie," I say, pecking his ultra-soft check. He grins and kisses me passionately for a moment. I still find it hard to believe that Zach loves me, Megan Wong. I'm Asian-American, but look the best I've ever looked right now. My shoulder length black hair is almost always in loose curls and I weigh only 115 pounds. Life is great.
"May I help you two?" asks the waiter, interrupting out little love fest. He smiles at Zach who winks back. I idly wonder what this little exchange meant until Zach kisses me again and the waiter leads us to a table with the perfect view of the leaves of the Concord trees turning.
"Nice table, huh?" Zach asks. I smile and nod.
"Definitely. This view totally inspires me." I reply. Zach takes my hand from across the table. I giggle girlishly. Ugh, that was a very Becca-y giggle. Zach laughs.
"Who are you, Becca Chadwick?" he asks, taking a piece of bread from the basket that the waiter's just dropped off. I duck my head, embarrassed. "Hey," Zach says softly. "I'm kidding, Megan. You're nothing like Becca. Your prettier, and funnier, and more stylish, and not annoying!" I look up at him and smile.
"Ha, thanks." I laugh, making sure it doesn't sound girly. Zach winks at me and brushes his soft pink lips on my hand. My body tingles as I long to replay the first night Zach and I kissed for three hours. We're both virgins and have no intention to change that fact until marriage.
"I love you, Megan Wong." he says, wrapping his lips around mine and letting his tongue wander into my mouth. I sigh blissfully as he pulls back at the exact moment a perky blonde waitress asks to take our orders.
"Two slices of pepperoni pizza." Zach smiles, ordering the same thing he's ordered for the past five years. I laugh and shake my head. "And my fiancé will have the spaghetti and meatballs. Oh, and a coke and a chocolate milkshake." I gasp. Fiancé?
"Uh, Zach…" I begin, but stop myself when Zach leans down on one knee. He pulls me up so I'm standing and gently takes my hand.
"Megan Wong, I love you more than the moon, the sun, and the stars. I love you more than love itself. I love you times one billion, plus one." Zach smiles at the last part. I made up "times one billion plus one" when we were thinking of how much we loved each other. He's now reaching into his cargo pocket and pulling out a Tiffany box. I gasp, hoping it's the one I ogled over when we were shopping. He pulls the white ribbon off of the box and opens it, revealing - yes - the ring I loved.
"Zach, I…am at a loss for words." I admit, smiling. He slips the ring onto my finger and I examine the heart shaped diamond. It's so beautiful. The heart shines in the light of the setting sun and I feel a tear slip down my cheek.
"So Megan Wong, will you marry me?" Zach asks, his eyes wide with anticipation. I smile softly and kiss his lips. When I finally pull away, I notice the whole restaurant is staring. I grin.
"Yes Zach Norton, I will."
