propose an apology in advance.” I wipe my mouth with a napkin. “For what?” I ask, muffled. And before I know it, he gets up, stands beside the table, and goes down on one knee while holding up a box from Tiffany & Co. with a big emerald-shaped diamond ring in it. I shift in my seat for my knees to face his and put the napkin down. I don’t say anything because I’m truly speechless.
