He drove me to a really expensive restaurant, opened the car door for me and pulled out my chair when we got inside. Kendall was being a gentleman tonight. It wasn't like he never treated me this way, it just seemed like he was being extra careful with everything. He seemed nervous and jittery too. After we had eaten the main course and while we were waiting for dessert, Kendall did something I wasn't expecting.

"I can't wait any longer," he said. He got up and helped me to my feet. I gasped as he slid down on one knee, and pulled a little box out of his suit pocket.

"Carlie Brooke Garcia," he began. Everyone in the restaurant stopped eating and turned to watch. "I may have messed up in the short year that we have been together, but you forgave me. You picked me up off the streets when I needed help and you were endlessly patient. That is enough to make anyone love you. But you did the unthinkable. You turned around and loved me back, filling me with hope, happiness and love. At first I was scared. But as time went on I realized I had to have you forever. I went out and bought this ring," he opened the box and I saw a few modest diamonds sitting on a gold band, with a large green sapphire that matched Kendall's eyes sitting in the middle of the diamonds. "Because there is only one thing I would change about you. Not your smile, your kiss, your love, your personality, your hospitality, the way you help people, your eyes, your Latino features or your hair, but your last name. Will you, Carlie Brooke Garcia, give me your hand in marriage, and allow me to make you Carlie Brooke Knight?" he looked at me from underneath his eyelashes. It felt like the world had stopped, and the only thing moving was my heart. Unable to say a word through my frozen lips, I knelt on the ground and kissed Kendall with more and more passion each second. I found myself able to speak.

"Yes, yes I will marry you. Of course I will." I kissed him again and he slid the ring onto my finger, with everyone in the whole restaurant clapping and cheering. An old couple were tearing up, obviously remembering their proposal.

After we had eaten and gone home, and after I called my parents telling them that Kendall had proposed (Mum squealed in delight while dad said he already knew, because apparently Kendall was the only decent guy left in my generation because he asked my father if he could marry me first, while nearly no one else he knew had when they proposed.), I was laying on my stomach admiring my ring, studying how the light bounced off it, when Kendall came in.

"So," he began. He jumped up on the bed next to me. "What type of wedding were you thinking?" I moved my attention from the gorgeous ring to Kendall.

"A quiet one. On the beach somewhere, with just our friends and close family." Kendall nodded. "We can have a big reception with the rest of our family, but I want the ceremony to be small."

"That's exactly what I wanted," he said he lent in and kissed me.