It was a perfect fall day and we—including Beryl—savored the crisp air and surrounding beauty. Upon the request of a selfie in front of the water from his sister, John insisted we set up the camera on a timer.
The first one we waived our arms like maniacs.
The second one was blurry.
For the third one, I accidentally set it up as a video and swore as I went to change it back to camera mode.
Then the fourth one was a closeup of grass, as the camera got knocked over by Beryl.
At this point, I was over it—I told John we both hated selfies so let's just use the blurry one—but he asked for just one more so he could send his family the photo they asked for.
I set up the timer. I ran back to stand by John. The timer counted down.
John got down on one knee. I was confused. As it dawned on me what he was doing, I yelled "WHAT."
John was convinced I knew everything that was going on: that the phone call he made that morning was actually to my parents, that his mom's jewelry shopping query was a distraction, that his sister's request was a rouse, that the diamond I fell in love with in February that my diamond dealer told me was sold had actually sold to John. But I knew none of it! So for the first few seconds John was on his knee I just kept saying, "wait, WHAT"
I did say "yes," eventually!
Upon our return home, I had this gorgeous 3.06ct antique European cut diamond, and I could do anything I wanted with it! I was both the client and the maker. I started working on the ring at 6 am Monday morning, called in every favor I could, bombarded my caster with notes, emails, and phone calls begging him to rush it, and was finished a week and a half later—a record!