It all started with a note…

…and a bottle of bath milk.

That was about 3 weeks ago.

I sent The BF a message when I got my test results of my first test (I passed and felt so relieved I just had to tell him!), and I got home to a card congratulating me, and telling me that we would celebrate with dinner. The venue was a surprise, and I was just told to dress up, and look pretty 😛

Come the 5th of April, the day the dinner happened. I got dressed up, my best friend helped me do my hair, and my nails were painted a lovely shade of deep pink by the girls at Sorbet. We got into the car, and I still didn’t know where we were en route to…

(Now, normally I am the one planning dinners and planning surprises, I’m not used to being on the receiving end).

The restaurant he chose is out towards Muldersdrift, when Beyers Naudé isn’t really the same road any more. It’s up a small dirt road. Almost like a small wedding venue I think.

The place’s name is Bellgables – and it’s magnificent. From the slightly over the top decor, to the absolutely delicious food prepared by the chef. We had the private dining room, and I couldn’t help but admire every detail that went into making this place so stunning. Everything is in abundance, from the chandeliers, to the statues, the paintings, the flowers. Everything, so in abundance.

I had the best mushroom soup I have ever tasted, followed by a fillet steak with half white wine, half red wine sauce. The BF had carpaccio for a starter and duck breasts for mains. Everything is freshly prepared, and beautifully decorated. There are more starters than mains on the menu, and we didn’t have dessert (we just didn’t have the space – the portions are just that big)!

We went back home, and I could not help but feel disappointed that nothing happened. After all the hints that were dropped, the restaurant, everything. Even though I tried to remind myself that it was just for my marks, nothing more. Still don’t know why it affected me that much, but it did, and I hate when my non-logical side reacts like this.

When we got home, The BF said he was sorry that the evening didn’t go the way I had imagined it, and then opened the door to something magical! The whole living room was decorated with candles, and red rose petals. And on the dining room table, there was some chocolates, bubbly and the ring… in a heart of petals!

I couldn’t believe my eyes, and just stood there admiring everything, until he called me over (I had to walk carefully, didn’t want to set my dress alight on a candle or anything… knowing me).

This is where he went down on one knee, and asked me to marry him. How romantic. And somehow so perfect for us… just us, in our home.

Of course we immediately opened the bubbly, had a chocolate, and he told me that my best friend and her hubby made up the place while we were out, and we invited them over to share the moment with us 🙂

I think everything has only settled in my mind, 2 weeks later. Even though I still stare at my left hand for some prolonged periods of time, and have to make sure that I am not dreaming. I am a very happy and very lucky girl to be calling him my Fiancé .

And I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with him.

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