"Oompa 369, what is it?" The small oompa stood there looking up at me with a little smile.

"Chocol needs you in the kitchen; he is having trouble with the raspberry crème filling again."

"I thought I told him…" I walked into the kitchen where Wonka sat on a chair half his size.

"Wine?"

"Thank you." I went into the back room.

"Sorry to bother you Miss Wonka, but you know how much trouble I have with raspberry crème."

"Don't worry about it."

I took a sip of the wine. It was strawberry wine, the best and most expensive wine there is. Wonka only served it for special occasions.

"What's the occasion, Chocol?"

"What do you mean?"

"You only make raspberry crème truffles for special occasions. What is it?"

"No occasion…"

Something was going on, I knew it. Chocol was making raspberry crème truffles and Wonka was serving me strawberry wine.

Once I was finished with helping Chocol, I went out to Wonka. "What's the occasion?"

"Why, it's Valentine's Day! Have you forgotten?"

I felt really stupid now. "Oh, yes! I did forget, with work and all."

"I almost did too, but I thought to myself, 'Valentines Day comes once every year, and it hasn't come yet.' So I went and asked oompa 3840 when it was, and he said it was today." He pulled out a box. "Here, happy Valentines Day."

I opened it, and it was the 'W', only it was made of gold. "Thank you." I sat and examined it a bit. It was studded with small diamonds, which sparkled in the light of the room. My eyes were wide.

"Bridget, the lights turned to a pale, dim, somewhat moonlight-like glow. Wonka got down on 1 knee to do this, and he took off his hat. Looking up at me with a slight smile he continued. "Will you…" before he could finish, Chocol came shooting out and said,

"Marry him!"