The restaurant was dimly lit by the crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The room was draped in shadows bouncing off candle sticks that were set on each table. Everything was perfect, down to the diamond ring that was sitting in his pants pocket. He had planned this moment for months knowing that he wanted her to say yes more than anything. Tonight would change the rest of his life, and he hoped that she would be a part of it.

"I hope you don't mind, darling, but I took the liberty of ordering dessert already," Killian said to Milah as she finished the last bites of her pasta.

"I don't think I can eat another bite, the food was all so delicious."

"I think you'll find room for this, love," He smiled at her with the knowledge that she had no idea what was coming.

A waiter brought out a white plate with a black velvet box in the middle surrounded by writing written in chocolate. Killian had given it to the waiter, while Milah had gotten up to use the restroom earlier, with instructions on how to bring it out to the table. He sat the plate down directly in front of her, and the moment she saw it her eyes grew wide, and she covered her mouth with her right hand.

"Aren't you going to open it?," He said looking at her with a nervous smirk.

"Killian, what's going on?"

He rose from his chair and moved around the table to her chair. Grabbing the box from the plate he turned to her and got down on his right knee.

"Milah, I've loved you for two years, and in that time I've come to realize that I want you with me for more than just two years; I want to be with you for the rest of my life. You've brought me happiness and love when I was in need of it the most, and if you'd let me, I'd like to give you everything you've given me every day of forever. Love, will you be my wife?"

Milah broke down into tears before finally grabbing Killian's hands and standing up. "Yes, Yes I would love to be your wife!"

He took the ring out of the box and slid it on her left ring finger. The band was white gold and had one square cut diamond in the center that sparkled in the light. It was beautiful, much like the woman whose finger it rested upon. Before he could fully look up to see her face; her mouth was on his kissing him with fire and passion. When he finally broke the kiss, he opened his eyes to look at his future bride and saw a pair of emerald eyes as green as the Mediterranean staring back at him.

Killian woke with a start. His forehead was covered in a thin veil of sweat, and he was slightly out of breath. His dream had been exactly like the night he had proposed to Milah, except the fact that the woman whose eyes were staring back at him were not Milah's, but Emma Swan's.

He was shaken enough to be catapulted from his state of unconsciousness, and that was worrisome. Why was he dreaming about Emma? Better yet, why was he dreaming of her in place of Milah when he had proposed?

Even though he and Emma were friends, rather acquaintances, who bantered every now and again, they had never spent any actual time together since she had moved back. He knew barely anything substantial about her, and yet he reacted the way someone with a crush would when he found out she was going on a date.

Rubbing his hands over his face, he tried to relax his mind so as to fall back asleep. There had to be a rational explanation for Emma appearing in his dream. Dreams aren't always literal, so maybe it didn't mean anything after all. After unsuccessfully convincing himself that it wasn't a big deal, he turned on his right side and tucked his right arm around the pillow under his head. He reminded himself that Milah was gone, and that she was no longer the woman he loved from his memory.

Closing his eyes he willed himself to fall back asleep. All he wanted was for everything to go back to normal, and if he couldn't have that even in his dreams, then he'd rather not have any at all.

It had been a few days since Emma had agreed to be Graham's date to the party, and she hadn't told anyone (apart from Elsa who had overheard). Knowing exactly who she needed to talk to; she called Mary Margaret and asked her to meet over her lunch break.

The bakery was not overly busy when Mary Margaret had arrived for lunch. August was baking in the back, and Elsa was running the counter so Emma could take her break. Heading over to the table Emma sat down across from her.

"I know I'm only a few months along, but I'm exhausted and it's barely noon," Mary Margaret said as Emma was sitting down.

"It's only a few more weeks until your first trimester is over, it should get better by then. David practically runs around the apartment never letting you get up anyway, so I would take advantage of it."

"You should see him when you're not home," she said rolling her eyes. "I love him, and I appreciate that he's so concerned, but I wish he could see that I'm fine and just let me do things for myself."

"You're going to have to talk to him about it, that's all. I'm sure he doesn't mean to smother you, he just wants to take care of you, even if it is a bit overkill."

"Yeah, he means well. Now, onto the reason that you wanted to talk."

"I never said I wanted to talk, I just wanted to have lunch and spend some time with my sister."

"While I am happy you wanted to have lunch, Emma, I know you well enough to know that is not the only reason you wanted to see me. What's going on?"

Emma wasn't sure how Mary Margaret knew that she wanted to talk to her, but that's why she was always the one she went to when she wanted to get something off her chest.

"There is something I wanted to talk to you about. Remember in high school how I had that huge crush on Graham?"

"How could I forget? You guys were ridiculous, especially since neither of you told the other you liked each other."

"Wait, what you mean neither of you?"

"I mean that Graham had a crush on you too, but being the gentleman he is, he never told you thinking it would ruin your friendship."

"Okay, how did I not know that and you did? You could never keep a secret."

"First of all, I do so know how to keep a secret. Second, I thought you knew already, I just figured you two both thought the same way."

"Well this a strange turn of events. I only found out three days ago he liked me back, and that apparently he still does. He asked me to be his date to the Halloween party."

"What did you say?"

"I was kind of surprised at first, but I said yes."

"That's great, Emma," Mary Margaret said with a smile. Emma's face fell a little at her words. "What's the matter? Are you having second thoughts about going out with him?"

"No, it's not that. It's been five years since I've been back here, and we just got our friendship back after all this time. I just don't want to ruin what we already have, especially since we work together."

"I think that everything will work out the way it's supposed to. Have a little faith. Now, tell me, what are you going to go as to the party?"

Emma laughed at Mary Margaret's sly change in the subject. They spent the rest of their lunch date talking about their costumes, and eating the food Emma picked up from Granny's for lunch.

Killian looked up and down the costume shop's isles trying to find the last pieces he needed for his costume. The accessories are what made the outfit, and all he was missing was the mask and the sword.

The isles were strewn with kid costumes and various types of dyes, glitters, and make-up. When he finally managed to get to the back of the store he found the props displayed out along the wall. The swords were all lined up on the left side of the wall. He scanned the rows up and down looking for the perfect one when finally he found exactly what he was looking for on the third row. Grabbing it down he strapped it to his waist and looked in the mirror that was hanging up on the back door. Staring at it for a few moments, he realized that it was the one he was looking for.

The last thing he needed was the mask. He walked back to the front of the store where they kept the glass cases that were full of assorted accessories like jewelry, hair pieces, shoes, and masks. He walked up to the case that contained the masks in them and sure enough; they had a black mask that tied in the back made of leather.

He couldn't be happier now that he had the last parts of his costume. He had never put this much effort into the holiday before, but now that he was participating he realized that he had been missing out.

Taking his things to the counter he paid for everything and headed back out to his car. Even though the party wasn't until next weekend, he was anxious about going. This was the first time he was going out since Milah, and even though he wasn't ready to admit it, he was hoping to impress Emma with his dashing choice of costume.

When he walked into his house he headed straight for his closet in his room. Hanging up in the back was his costume and the accessories he already had. He put his sword and mask against the wall in the box that he had gotten specifically for his costume. Taking a step back and looking at the finished product; he was proud that he had pulled off getting all the pieces in time. As he closed the door, all he could think about was that he was sure this was the right thing, and it wasn't going to be a mistake; he hoped.

Alright guys, the next chapter is the Halloween party! Emma's costume is going to be a secret, but any guesses as to what Killian's is? Hopefully this will tide you over until next week because that will be a much longer chapter since everybody is going to be in it. Reviews are always appreciated and encouraged! Have a great week :)