15 years later
Gasps. Emma wakes up startled, looking through the window at the pouring rain. She just dreamed about that night so long ago. She then looks around the room and notice that she is at her studio, her co-workers giving the final touches of her new collection, for the upcoming runaway.
"Oh my God!" she says standing up, grabbing some sketches and walking to the back of the studio. "Hi Emma" a man passing her by says with a smile. "Hey" she smiles at him shyly.
"You know, that accent of yours is a whole lot thicker when you're dreaming." Says another man.
"Ha hah, All right, how come y'all let me sleep? "
"Oh, calm down Emma. It was 5 minutes. You needed to rest"
"What did I say?"
"You said that we're all getting big, fat raises when you become somebody"
"Keep dreaming buddy"
Emma laughs lightly and head to the main door. "I'll see you guys at the show." She shouts.
"By Emma" all her co-workers shout back at her.
As Emma opens the door of her apartment, she notices something weird, there are rose petals all over the floor… red, white, pink and yellow roses petals. As she keeps walking she turns to look all over her apartment. There are like a hundred roses all over it; her bed, couch, kitchen, windows, every corner of the apartment covered on roses. She opens her mouth in disbelieve, nobody has ever done that to her. Breathing deeply she exclaims "Aww Neal!".
Then she heads over the answer machine. There's no note, anywhere so she senses that there might be a message from him in it; and she is right.
"There's a rose for every moment I thought of you last night. God, you must be exhausted. Listen, knock 'em dead. I'll see you at the show. Emma giggles at this "It's gonna be great. I love you. I can't wait to see you. Goodbye." (The dial tone beeps)
"Okay, people, we are officially late!"
"Emma" exclaims Nova worriedly
"Yes?! "
"This top is supposed to be neon aubergine, but it's all wrong! It's all wrong!" she says waving her hands in the air.
"Okay, don't panic. That's my job. Um...okay. Put her on after Anoke. The third light cue is yellow. She'll look eggplant." Emma arranges and starts to walk away, but soon turns back remembering something"
"Nova, uh, the reason it's all wrong is it's on backwards".
"Ooh, Miss Swan, I'm scared of you." Jefferson appears, looking everywhere and admiring Emma`s designs.
"Jefferson!, what are you doing here? You're the competition." Emma says hugging him
"Competition? Please! Our design's for plumes and pearls," Jeff answers indignantly pulling away just a bit to look at her face "and nothing is going to come between me and my protégé". "And this is, after all, all about me." "Oh, I love this. Stella McCartney's gonna kill herself.
"Then why do I feel like I'm in the middle of Times Square,naked?" she says, looking defeated .
"Baby doll, you're gonna be just fine." He assures her.
"Look, seven years ago, you were this debutante off the plantation, and now you're my steel magnolia..." Jefferson waves his hands in the air as if presenting a big title
"Okay, get out of here before you make me cry." Emma pushes him away, her eyes watered.
Jefferson smiles wickedly at her and heads off.
Neal arrives at the fashion show and as the son of the mayor; he receives attention from the reporters and answers some questions.
Emma is giving the final touches to the models, and checking is everything is alright. She is not paying attention to the TV. But suddenly she hears the voice of her boyfriend on it and turns to look at it smiling with admiration and love.
"Please tell me he has a flaw somewhere." Ashley asks as she walks towards Emma to look at the TV, crossing her arms.
"He asked me to go to Rome for Christmas." Emma answers dreamingly
" Honey! He's gonna ask you a lot more than that." The girl replies smirking.
"You think so?" Emma looks at her friend, trying to mask she is worried about it
"Mm-hmm."
"Hey, let's go! - Let's do this!" Emma hurries trying to forget about her friends comment, pushing her toward the other models in the line.
"All right, we are about to start . Places, everyone! She commands
"Come on, let's go, line up. Have a good show. And remember,, no smiles, no smiles, just smirks! "
The show starts, everyone claps at the models, as they start going out on stage. The crowd loves it.
(After the fashion show)
They all are celebrating; with a champagne cup in hand. The show was exquisite. Emma stands with her group and models, letting the press take pictures of her work. It was definitely a successful night, one more dream come true. She was happy, everyone was congratulating her. She bet the reviews of the press tomorrow were going to be fantastic.
Neal pushed between the crowd looking for her, not having success.
"Honey!" Emma calls at him excitedly. She runs to him jumping in his arms and putting her hands around his neck shrieking.
"Oh, congratulations." He says he says sweetly hugging her back.
"You're amazing. Those flowers were insane."
"Oh, well, I just want this day to be perfect."
She Sighs. "Oh, God, honey, what if they hate me?"
"They're critics, Emma. They hate themselves."
"That's easy for you to say". Emma replies pulling away from his arms.
"I wasn't born with that thick Mills skin."
"No, you weren't, and that is what I love about you." He smiles
Neal then looks at his watch. "Ah, honey, I'm sorry, I got a meeting in the Bronx. But you go and enjoy, and I'll see you later. Okay? Oh, and, hey, we've got that thing tonight at Lincoln Center. "
"What thing?" she really doesn't remember.
"Fund-raiser thing?" he says expectantly.
Emma rolling her eyes. " Right, the thing... with your 's tonight."
"I'm afraid so"
Emma looks down to her feet. She really wasn't expecting to see Regina Mills today. Got that woman was a piece of work.
"Okay."
"I am so proud of you."
"Thank you. I love you" .
"I love you, too. Congratulations." He replies giving her a quick kiss on her lips.
Emma sits in the limousine a while later, Neal left it there for her. She finishes retouching her makeup and the limousine suddenly stops. Emma looks at the window and she doesn't recognize the place. Ok, this is weird, she thinks and decides to asks the driver what's happened.
"His meeting's running a little late. He told me to take you inside so you wouldn't have to wait."
"Okay. Where are we?"
"I'm so tired, Joe." Emma says while he opens the floors door. " Yeah."
"I've just had it."
"Well...he shouldn't be too long miss."
"Miss Swan, won't you come in?" says a man opening another door for her. She walks into the room and there is Neal waiting for her at the end of the hallway.
"So...have you made a decision?" He asks her.
"About what?" Emma asks confused.
"Rome." Putting his right hand on her back, trying to hide a smile and guiding her to another room.
"Rome, honey," she scoffs. That's four months from now."
"I was thinking maybe 2- 300 guests, tops."
"For Christmas?" Emma looks at him like if he had gone mad
"Neal, are you on some sort of medication?" she mocks raising an eyebrow.
"What's going on? Where are we?" Emma stops and looks around, the room is all dark. Then Neal makes a sign and the lights slowly begging to turn on.
She gasps "Oh, my God." She covers her mouth with both hands. Shock from realization. They are at Tiffany and CO. He is going propose. Ashley was right.
"O-Oh, my , my God." She looks down at him, while he is getting on one knee.
"Emma Swan…will you marry me?" He asks with a big expectant smile on his face.
"Are you sure? " Emma is shock, she knows she is in big trouble."I mean, a-a-are you really sure?" "Because if you're not sure, we could just go back to the car." She says signaling the entrance with her right hand.
"Emma, Emma, Emma..." he says standing up and trying to calm her down
" It's only been 8 months." She says in disbelieve.
"You know I never do anything rash. And I usually never ask a question I don't already know the answer to, so...at the risk of being rejected twice, I'm gonna ask you again." That's right, it was amazing how perfect he was, he never had lost, at anything and he definitely was not a man who took risks, he always acted or decided only when he was sure about the answer or sure about things turning out alright. It was something Emma admired from him. Although some people said that trait of his was a bit smug.
"Will you marry me?" as he grabs both of her hands
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she answers happily and hugging him, forgetting about her problems with that marriage for a while, deciding to enjoy the moment with her new fiancé.
They both laugh uncontrollably.
Desclaimer: I do not own the characters of OUAT or Sweet home Alabama movie
Sorry for my grammar and spelling mistakes.