Dan had to work yesterday (at which time I managed to lock myself in a foyer, but was luckily rescued fairly quickly by Andy). But we had dinner reservations for 7:30. Now I was aware of this dinner reservations before I got to England and using my awesome deductive skills, I assumed this was the dinner where I would be getting a ring I have been waiting for since the beginning of April.
Dan got home around 5:30 and we started getting ready for dinner. We went to a really cute authentice Italian restaurant called Lestrada. We ordered our food and some wine and stayed and talked for quite awhile (the entire time I’m thinking “Ok, where’s my ring now?”). It was really nice, but then Dan asked for the check and we got up to leave.
So alright, maybe no ring tonight. But then he asks if I want to go walk on the beach. We go down and walk along the beach and it’s gorgeous down by the ocean, but no ring there either. So now I’m thinking, maybe he’s waiting until his mom’s wedding next week or something. So we head back to the flat, I walked into Dan’s room to take off my heels and walk back into the entry way and Dan pulls me into the living room and this is what I find