In the living room the phone rang, but Daphne chose to ignore it. She couldn't possibly talk to anyone at that moment. She was much too excited. Feeling like a school girl she sat down on her bed and drew her knees to her chin, giving herself a gentle squeeze. She could hardly believe what Frasier and Martin had told her just moments before was true. Donny was going to ask her to marry him! She was getting married!
Unable to quell the sudden burst of excitement that welled inside of her; the one that made her want to scream with glee, she grabbed her pillow and pressed it against her mouth, unleashing the muffled, excited squeal. She hadn't felt this giddy since...well, she couldn't remember the last time she'd been so happy or cheerful. Perhaps it was because she'd never been this happy in her life. Nothing could compare to the happiness that she was feeling.
She; Daphne Moon, a girl from Manchester England, was going to be Mrs. Ronald, Donald Douglas! When Martin told her that he'd seen Donny buying an engagement ring at the jewelry store, Daphne's heart leapt in her chest. She loved him more than anything and the thought that a man like Donny (or any man for that matter) would want to marry a poor physical therapist from Manchester was nothing short of incredible.
She jumped to her feet, realizing suddenly that the ringing phone had probably been Donny wanting to talk to her and ask if he could come over. Pretty soon he wouldn't have to ask. He'd be part of her family. It was this wonderful thought that made her heart race even faster than before. She quickly changed her clothes, choosing a purple dress adorned with tiny red flowers with green stems. The red lace across the neckline added a romantic touch; perfect for a proposal, she thought. A dark purple sweater accompanied the look and to finish it off, she pulled her hair back, securing it into a barrette and then spritzed herself with her favorite perfume. She looked in the mirror, pleased with her appearance. She only hoped that her beating heart didn't sound as loud to everyone else as it sounded to her own ears.
One last glance in the mirror made her smile. She wanted to look nice for her fiancé. And she looked better than nice. She looked amazing.
Fiancé…The word made her smile and her heart swelled.
She made her way into the living room just as the front door closed. The sight made her slightly curious as to who the mysterious visitor had been. Frasier stood by the bookcase and Martin was sitting in a chair at the table.
"Ah, that poor kid." He said, shaking his head sadly.
"Oh, he'll be all right." Frasier replied. "You know… he's a lot stronger than we give him credit for."
The phone rang again and Daphne's heart leapt. Any second Frasier was going to give her the phone and it would be Donny on the other end asking if he could come over.
"Hello?" Frasier said. And then there was a pause before he spoke again. "Hold the elevator, I'll be right there."
As Frasier headed for the door, the phone rang again. This time Martin picked it up.
"Hang in there son. He's on his way."
Daphne had no idea what that meant, but it couldn't have been good.