"What are you doing?" I asked as Xander was blindfolding me.
"Do you trust me?" He asked.
"Of course I do. So where are you taking me?" I asked.
"It's our one year anniversary. I've got something incredibly special planned. Just trust me, okay?"
"Okay." I said, submitting.
I allowed Xander to lead me as he insisted on keeping the blindfold on me once we got to the car.
"Come on." Xander said, tugging on my hands as he pulled me out of the car.
"Can I take this off now?" I asked.
"Okay." Xander said, untying my blindfold.
In front of me was a private jet. I looked around and we were standing on an airport pad.
"What are we doing here?" I asked.
"This is part of the surprise." Xander said, taking two suitcases out of the back of the car.
"A private jet? Are you serious?" I asked, in awe of him.
Xander looked giddy as he handed the suitcases over to a flight attendant. I walked onto the plane, eyes growing huge as I saw the plush seats. Xander and I sat down in the seats, putting on our seat belts.
"Once we're in the air, there is a lounge area that we can hang out in." Xander told me.
"How can you afford this?" I asked.
"This is actually my father's plane." He admitted.
"Seriously? Where are we going?" I asked.
"It's a surprise." He said, winking.
I was handed a garment bag when the attendant announced we were close. Inside, was a beautiful silver gown, complete with shoes and jewelry. I knew he would make me wear the blindfold again. This time, he insisted on ear plugs as well as the blindfold. He wanted to make sure I had no clue what we were doing. No one would tell me where we were going. When Xander took the blindfold off of me, we were standing on a rooftop, overlooking a city. He looked amazing in the tux he wore. I looked around, trying to get my bearings.
"We're in Paris?!" I shrieked.
"Happy anniversary, my darling." Xander said, kissing me.
"I can't believe this. You took me to Paris." I said, still in shock.
I hadn't been to France since Becky and I were on a Europe tour over a year ago.
Xander had a table set up on the roof, with a wonderful French dinner planned. He had a violinist playing nearby. It was a nice, warm night with stars filling the beautiful night sky. It was perfect.
"I'm still astonished that you pulled this off without me knowing anything."
"I had some help. I want to make this night special."
"Xander, this night would be special no matter where we are or what we did, as long as I am with you." I told him.
"I wanted to make this night extra special." He said, reaching for my hand.
We danced together on the rooftop to the violin playing softly near us.
"This is magical." I told him.
"It's not over yet. Sandra Katherine, I love you more than I ever thought possible. You are incredibly special to me. I love you down to your molecules. Would you do me the greatest honor in the world by marrying me?" Xander asked, getting down on one knee and holding up a ring box.
Tears of happiness streamed down my cheeks.
"Yes!" I exclaimed, giving him my left hand.
Xander placed the ring on my finger and kissed me.
We spent the night in Paris before taking the private jet back to the States. I couldn't be more grateful that Raw would be in Chicago that Monday.
When we got back to Chicago, I gathered my sisters together and showed them my ring. Rachel and Mara's reaction didn't let me down. They shrieked and jumped up and down with me.
"That's a four carat diamond." Rachel stated.
"I know. I would suggest changing it to a smaller ring...but I love it so much."
Dad sat at the kitchen table, looking incredibly grumpy. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"You know you're still number one, right?" I asked.
"But my Sweet Pea is getting married." Dad gloomily said.
"You still have Chipmunk and Peanut. I'll always be your Sweet Pea." I told him.