As I slowly sat down on my bed, my eyes widened in shock. Wasn’t that it? Mario’s declaration of love had been enough to send me into euphoria. Surely this was all he had planned.
Once I was securely sitting on the bed, Mario took a deep breath and dropped down onto his knee. Grabbing both my hands, he pulled me forward until our foreheads touched. Once again, unable to look me in the eye, Mario began to speak.
Mario was petrified.
And I knew exactly what was coming.
I couldn’t believe it. Was this really happening? Could it be possible? Was Mario really going to propose? What was I going to say?
As Mario continued to say my name over and over, pausing in order to gather his courage, I started to pray.
Please Heavenly Father. I’m going to say yes. Is that right? This is a good man. I love him. But I want to make the right decision here. So if this isn’t right, please let me know. Now. Because otherwise I’m going to say yes.
And then. Finally. It came.
Mi vuoi sposare?
(Will you marry me?)
I took a deep breath. And said one final prayer.
Mario let out a yelp of joy and then tackled me, hugging and kissing me as tears of joy streamed from both of our eyes. Finally he pulled me back up, and pulling me back so that we were once again forehead to forehead, he told me to close my eyes. Once my eyes were closed, he grabbed my left hand. Teasing me that I couldn’t peek, he fumbled with his pocket, and then I felt something cool slip onto my finger.
Once it was in place, he told me to open my eyes. I looked down, and there it was. In all of its perfect glory. The ring that had seemed so right in the store. It was even more beautiful than I remembered.
And it was on my finger.