by Annette Fix
The plane was almost directly overhead, but I still couldn't read the words on the banner. “What does it say?” I squinted through my tears.
He read it to me softly, leaning close. “It says, ‘Annette will you marry me? Yours forever, Steven.’”
He took my hand and lowered himself onto one knee in the sand. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”
A black velvet box appeared in his hand. Still so overwhelmed by the plane and banner, I didn't see where he had hidden it. Steven opened the box and revealed a beautiful platinum ring: a princess cut diamond with two trillions, one on each side. The large facets of the center stone glittered in the sunlight.
“Yes!” I said. Tears ran down my face as Steven slid the ring onto my finger.
The plane banked and headed away from the beach. “The plane!” I grabbed the camera from atop the blanket and ran down the beach trying to take a picture of the banner.
“I ask you to marry me and now you're running away?” he called after me laughing.
I ran past a family playing a board game on a blanket, my feet spraying sand in my wake. “Congratulations!” they called out as I passed.
I followed the plane through the camera lens and snapped the picture. When I lowered the camera, Josh stood in front of me holding a Kit-Kat chocolate bar.
“Congratulations, Mom.” He gave me a hug.
“Did you know about this?” I asked.
Josh nodded. “Steven asked me a couple weeks ago if he could marry you. He told me about the plane thing, but I didn't know he was going to do it today.” He looked across the lake at the small plane banking for another lap. “It's pretty cool, huh?”
“Very cool,” I said.
“Tell him I'm keeping the candy bar. Now I know he was just trying to get rid of me.” Josh opened the wrapper and took a bite. “I'm going to return the kayak.” He jogged over and pushed it into the water.
I walked back toward Steven. As I approached, I saw he had been watching Josh and me.
We curled up together on the blanket and watched the plane circle the lake a few more times until it disappeared into the setting sun.
Steven propped himself on an elbow. “So, are you sure you really want to marry me?”
It was like someone asking if I was sure I ever wanted to breathe again.
“Absolutely. I think I'm the luckiest girl in the world.” I leaned to kiss him. He returned my nibbling kisses with a deeper press of passion.
When we pulled apart, his eyes danced. “If you're actually going to marry me, I hope you like to travel because I want to show you the world. Think you can handle that?” he said.
Steven reached into the back pocket of his jeans, withdrew an envelope, and handed it to me. I lifted the flap and pulled out a Continental Airlines flight itinerary with the final destination labeled CDG—Charles De Gaulle Airport: France.
“I want you to meet my parents. They bought a villa in Belcodene when they retired. We leave on Friday for three weeks. That is, if you're not too busy to go,” he said.
I felt like I died and landed on Fantasy Island. The plane just left, and all I needed was Tattoo, the little guy in the white suit, to show me to my bungalow.
“What about Josh?” I asked.
“I want them to meet you both.” Steven reached to fan out the pages in my hand: there were three.
My head spun. I'm a full-time writer. I'm in-love. The most amazing man in the world just asked me to marry him. And now I'm going to Europe. My fairy godmother out-did herself this time.
“I can't believe this is real,” I said.
Steven tucked the pages into his pocket. “Believe it. This is as real as it gets,” he said.
I was still stunned. “Are you sure you want to marry me?” I asked.
Steven cupped my face in his hands. His kiss was gentle and lingering. He whispered against my lips, “I'd marry you a hundred times just to show you how much I love you.”
satisfaction soufflé
2 pure hearts
4 Tbsp. granulated joy
3/4 cup communication
1 tsp. comfort
3 Tbsp. enchantment
Tabs of mutual admiration
Cut away any old bruises from hearts, discard dark spots.
Whisk joy and communication to peaks of appreciation. Swirl enchantment together with comfort to form a glaze of harmony.
Fold hearts into above mixture to create trust. Simmer over consistent heat of intimacy.
In two soufflé dishes, butter the bottoms and sides with mutual admiration, paying special attention to the sides.
Spoon equal amounts of trust into the prepared dishes. Create a channel around the inside of each dish to allow for personal growth. Savor completely.
Yield: Eternal bliss. Unlimited servings.
Nutritional Value: None.
No Guaranteed weight loss.
The distinct possibility of weight gain. But who cares, I'm in-love!
part six
afterword
harmony in the universe
If someone had told me on the morning Kevin broke up with me that in twenty months I would be engaged to marry someone else—someone who really was my soul mate—I wouldn't have believed it. I would've insisted things like that only happened in the movies, not in real life. And definitely not to me.
Perhaps it was serendipity. Fate. Destiny. Faith. Chance. Karma. Whatever it's called, I realized it really does exist.
In the journal entry “Fortune Cookie Wisdom,” there was a story about a wine party I attended. Well, it wasn't until six months into my engagement to Steven that I found out Lana, the hostess, was a remodeling client of his. Steven had been invited to that wine party, but didn't attend because he went out of town. Had he been there, I would've met him in June, before I was emotionally ready.
Was it coincidence that we both would've been in that exact place at that exact time? Was it coincidence that he didn't go? Steven and I have discovered many other places where we've crossed paths in the last ten years and never met. It just wasn't the right time.
It's funny to me now. Funny that I fought so hard against letting go and moving on, when all along, that was what I was supposed to do.
If I had a chance to say something to Kevin, it would be: Thank You. Thank you for knowing it wasn't right.
Because now I know what right feels like.
Dear Reader,
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Thank you for supporting my tiny voice in such a noisy world.
Love, Peace, and Happiness,
Annette
Table of Contents
Cover Page
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Table of Contents
Acknowledgements
Part One: Kevin and the Kübler-rossian Process
Part Two: The Dating Pool
Part Three: The Transition
Part Four: Finding Annette
Part Five: The Real Thing
Part Six: Afterword
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