Scenario:My boyfriend ask my hand
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"Will you marry me, Emily?"
I don’t know what I was expecting him to say, but it wasn’t that.
I look at the ring in his hand and it takes me a moment to realize what’s going on.
It’s beautiful—a simple gold band with a modest diamond—and I can’t stop staring at it.
"Are you sure?"
I ask, my mouth hanging open.
"Is this a joke?"
He smiles and gets down on one knee.
"Emily Carter, from the moment I met you, I knew you were special.
I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy.
Will you marry me?"
Tears fill my eyes as I stare at him.
I can’t move, can’t speak, can’t pull my gaze away from the ring.
I hear the clinking of glasses and murmurs of other diners around us, but it all fades into the background.
Jack’s eyes are locked onto mine, full of hope and love.
"Emily?" he prompts gently, his voice trembling just a bit.
My heart pounds in my chest like a drum.
This is real.
This is happening.
I glance around the restaurant, taking in the candlelit tables and soft music playing in the background.
Everything feels surreal, like I’m in a dream.
"Jack, I..." My voice cracks as I try to find the right words.
I love him, I know that much.
But marriage?
It’s such a huge step.
He reaches out and takes my hand, his touch warm and reassuring.
"I know this is sudden," he says softly, "but I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life."
I look into his eyes, searching for any hint of doubt or hesitation.
All I see is sincerity.
"I’ve thought about this for a long time," he continues. "You’re my best friend, my partner in crime. I can’t imagine my life without you."
Tears spill over onto my cheeks, and I quickly wipe them away with the back of my hand.
"I love you so much," I whisper.
A smile spreads across his face, and he squeezes my hand tighter.
"Then say yes," he urges gently. "Let’s start our forever together."
My mind races with a million thoughts and emotions.
What if we’re rushing into this?
What if things change?
But then I remember all the moments we’ve shared—the laughter, the adventures, the quiet nights curled up on the couch.
I take a deep breath and nod slowly.
"Yes," I whisper, barely able to get the word out through my tears.
His face lights up with joy as he slips the ring onto my finger.
It fits perfectly, like it was made for me.
The restaurant erupts into applause and cheers as Jack stands up and pulls me into his arms.
He kisses me deeply, and for a moment, everything else disappears.
When we finally pull apart, he rests his forehead against mine and whispers, "You’ve made me the happiest man in the world."
I smile through my tears and whisper back, "And you’ve made me the happiest woman."
We sit back down at our table, still holding hands as our food arrives.
I can’t stop staring at the ring on my finger, feeling its weight and significance.
Jack raises his glass of champagne and says, "To us."
"To us," I echo, clinking my glass against his.
As we eat, we talk about our future—where we’ll live, what kind of wedding we want, all the dreams we have for our life together.
The restaurant buzzes with the energy of our excitement, and I can’t help but feel a sense of euphoria wash over me.
Jack’s eyes never leave mine, and I feel like the luckiest woman in the world.
As we finish our meal, I take a moment to look around the room.
The soft glow of candlelight casts a warm ambiance over the tables, and the gentle hum of conversation fills the air.
It’s a perfect evening.
Just as I’m about to suggest we order dessert, the door swings open, and a familiar face walks in.
My heart skips a beat as I recognize him instantly—David.
David was my first love, the one who got away.
Seeing him now, after all these years, feels like a punch to the gut.
He looks almost the same—tall, with dark hair and those piercing blue eyes that once made my knees weak.
“Emily?” Jack’s voice pulls me back to reality.
I realize I’ve been staring at David, and quickly turn my attention back to Jack.
“Sorry,” I mumble, forcing a smile. “I thought I saw someone I knew.”
Jack follows my gaze and raises an eyebrow. “An old friend?”
“Something like that,” I reply, trying to sound casual.
David hasn’t noticed me yet.
He’s busy talking to the hostess, probably asking for a table.
I can’t help but wonder what he’s doing here.
Is he alone?
With someone?
Jack reaches across the table and takes my hand. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I say, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “Just surprised, that’s all.”
The hostess leads David to a table not far from ours.
As he sits down, he finally looks around the room—and his eyes land on me.
For a moment, neither of us moves.
Then, he smiles and gives a small nod.
I return the gesture awkwardly and turn back to Jack.
“Do you want to get out of here?” he asks gently.
“No,” I say quickly. “It’s fine. Let’s just enjoy our evening.”
But it’s hard to focus on anything else with David so close by.
Memories flood my mind—our first kiss, late-night talks, the way he used to make me laugh.
I take a deep breath and try to push those thoughts away.
Jack starts talking about wedding plans again, and I do my best to listen and engage in the conversation.
But every now and then, I steal a glance at David.
He seems engrossed in his own dinner, but occasionally our eyes meet.
Finally, Jack notices my distraction.
“Emily,” he says softly, “if you need to talk to him…”
“No,” I interrupt firmly. “There’s nothing to talk about.”
Jack looks skeptical but doesn’t press further.
We finish our meal in relative silence.
When the check comes, Jack insists on paying.
As he handles the bill, I can’t resist one last look at David.
To my surprise, he’s already looking at me.
Before I know it, he stands up and starts walking towards our table.
My heart races as he approaches.
“Emily,” he says with that familiar smile.
“David,” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady.
Jack looks between us curiously.
“This is Jack,” I introduce quickly. “My fiancé.”
David raises an eyebrow but extends his hand to Jack.
“Congratulations,” he says sincerely.
Jack shakes his hand but glances at me questioningly.
“Well,” David continues after an awkward pause, “it was nice seeing you again.”
“You too,” I manage to say.
He nods once more before returning to his table.
Jack watches him go before turning back to me.
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah,” I say with more confidence this time. “I am.”
We stand up and head towards the exit.
As we walk out into the cool night air, Jack wraps his arm around me protectively.
Jack pulls out his phone as we stroll down the sidewalk, the cool night air brushing against our faces.
"How about we call our families and share the news?" he suggests, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
I nod, still lost in my thoughts about David.
The encounter had stirred up emotions I thought were long buried.
Jack notices my distant expression and stops walking.
"Emily, is everything alright?" he asks gently, concern etched on his face.
I force a smile, trying to shake off the lingering feelings.
"Yeah, just wedding jitters," I say, hoping it sounds convincing.
He studies me for a moment before nodding.
"Okay, let's find a quiet spot to make the calls."
We walk a bit further until we find a small park with benches under the soft glow of street lamps.
The trees rustle softly in the breeze, and the distant sound of traffic hums in the background.
Jack sits down and dials his family first, his excitement palpable.
"Mom! Guess what? Emily and I are engaged!" he exclaims into the phone.
I sit beside him, listening intently as he shares the news with his family.
His joy is infectious, and I can't help but smile despite my inner turmoil.
"Yeah, she said yes!" Jack continues, laughing at something his mom says.
He glances at me and winks, making my heart flutter.
I try to focus on his happiness, pushing thoughts of David aside.
After a few minutes, Jack hands me the phone.
"My mom wants to talk to you," he says with a grin.
I take the phone and hear Mrs. Thompson's excited voice on the other end.
"Emily! Congratulations! We're so happy for you both!"
"Thank you, Mrs. Thompson," I reply warmly. "I'm really excited too."
We chat for a bit longer before Jack takes the phone back to finish up the conversation.
Once he's done, he turns to me.
"Your turn," he says, handing me my phone.
I hesitate for a moment before dialing my parents' number.
As it rings, I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
"Hello?" My mom's voice comes through the line.
"Hi Mom," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "I have some news."
"Oh? What is it?" she asks curiously.
"Jack proposed tonight," I say, glancing at him with a smile. "And I said yes."
There's a brief silence before my mom's excited squeal fills my ear.
"Oh my goodness! Congratulations, sweetheart! We're so happy for you!"
My dad's voice comes on next, equally thrilled.
"We can't wait to celebrate with you both!"
As I talk to my parents, Jack wraps his arm around me again, pulling me close.
His warmth is comforting, and for a moment, I feel like everything is perfect.
After we finish our calls, we sit in silence for a while, just enjoying each other's company.
The park is peaceful, with only the occasional passerby breaking the stillness.
Jack finally breaks the silence.
"You know," he says softly, "I can't wait to start this new chapter with you."
I look up at him and see nothing but love in his eyes.
"I can't wait either," I reply honestly.
We stand up and start walking back towards our car.
The night feels magical, filled with possibilities and dreams of our future together.
But as we reach the parking lot, I can't help but glance back at the restaurant where David is still inside.
Jack notices and squeezes my hand reassuringly.
"We're going to be okay," he says firmly.
I nod and take a deep breath.
"Yes, we are."