After dating six years, I thought my boyfriend would never pop the question. I used to tease him and tell him that my Daddy said "I may not be a real princess, but the man I’m going to marry ought to treat me like one." One unsuspecting Monday night, he called me to go to dinner. My mother had prepared squash casserole (my favorite) for dinner so I tried to convince him to eat at my house.
There was no dissuading him, so off we went to dinner. As we were driving through the little town of Stone Mountain (where we lived), Alan says, "Hey what was that?" He turns the car around and parks saying he saw something in a bush in the middle of the village. He hops out of the car, goes directly to a bush, and proceeds to pull out a scroll.
Quickly, he motions for me to come over. As I walk up, he hands me the scroll he found in the bush and asks me to read it. After removing the red ribbon, I unroll the burned edged scroll and begin reading a fairy tale – mine! It tells of the fair maiden (me) who has many men trying to win my hand, but none have ever won my heart – until one. Alan, the story goes, has stolen my heart and only wishes he can impress my father, King John.
Many days have passed until the young man can ask for the maiden’s hand. "But that day has come…" the story told. When I glanced up with utter shock on my face, I see Alan on one knee in the middle of the village holding a ring box. Inside was the dream ring I had drawn for Alan that he had a jeweler make for me. I said "yes," of course. Now we can live happily ever after.
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