Wednesday 13 January
11:01am: "Hello?" Hmm. Doesn't seem to be anyone in here. Poofy doorman just let me into the entry way, and saying Mr. Firth would be right up. Maybe he is in bathroom. Should probably just wwait here in entry way.
11:02am: Am sure though that he woulnd't want me to wait. Probably meant for me to go ahead and make myself at home.Will peak into living room and see if he is there.
11:04am: Starting to think this isn't the right room. There seems to be rose petals scattered all over the floor and candles are lit lining the floor. Is really v. romantic. Maybe he forgot about he interview and decided to have sexy afternoon with wife.
11:05am: Skinny-stick-legged bitch.
11:08m: Oh god. Cannot believe it.
Have walked into living room with candles and flowers everywhere. Was looking around when felt someone come up behind me. He didn't say anything, just started kissing my neck, putting his hands round my waist.
"Mr. Firth sends his deepest apologies," Mark Darcy...my Mark Darcy...was whispering into my ear. "He was most disappointed not to see his favorite," he pulled me closer into him, "sexiest reporter."
"I love you Bridget, and I want you. And I need you."
Oh god. Oh god. Can't stand. Oh god.
"Bridget..." he was kissing my head, kissing everything.
"Will you marrry me?"
Oh god. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod. I think I'm crying. I still can't stand. Oh god. Before I know what's happening he's turned me around in his arms and I'm putting my arms around his next whispering yes a million times into his chest. And there, now he's left me to stand on my own and has gotten down on his knee and has the most beautiful baby blue box...