"Theresa Bloom, will you marry me?"

Unbelieving, I stared at the sparkling diamond ring Garrett reached out to me, kneeling on the ground. I had been waiting for him to ask me that question for four years, but now I was just lost for words.


I blinked twice. Was I only dreaming or was this actually happening, Garrett asking me to marry him? I looked up into his beautiful deep blue eyes and only nodded. He smiled, took my hand, and put the engagement ring on my ring finger. Tears were suddenly running down my cheeks when he rose and kissed me.

"Congratulations and all the best!"

Sheepishly, I looked around with a smile. All around us there were laughing faces. Some guests even applauded. We sat in 'Le Bernardin', one of New York's famous seafood restaurants. It was Saturday night and the restaurant was full to the last seat. "My mom was right," I mumbled, eying the ring with fascination.

"About what?" Garrett asked.

"About you asking me to marry you." He had taken his seat again and I reached out across the table for his hand.

"Well, I asked your parents first." Garrett's eyes flashed amusedly, while he moved a strand of his dark-blond hair from his forehead. "And as expected, they had no objections."

I chuckled and took a sip from my glass of vine. "Which isn't too surprising, they keep asking me when we'll finally get married. After all, we've been living together for almost four years and I won't get any younger."

"You think 28 is old?" he burst out in surprise.

"All my friends are already married," I said with a serious face. "And some of them even have kids."

"Now we're engaged we'll start working on the production of little mini Garretts and Tessas," he said with a smirk and then leaned in to kiss me again.

"I think I'd rather like to marry first," I said, smiling. "D'you already have a date in mind?"

"How about August?" he suggested. "We'll have enough time left to prepare everything."

In six months! I could barely wait to be Garrett's wife. But I would be patient. After all, I had been waiting for this moment for years. A few months more didn't matter. I drew out my phone.

"What you doing?" Garrett asked, frowning.

"I'm texting Josie. I need to tell her I'm engaged."

Garrett laughed. "Don't forget to change your status on Instagram and Facebook, too, so everyone sees you're taken."

I looked at him, stunned. "Josie's my best friend. It's only fair I tell her personally."

Garrett gestured to my full plate. "We should start eating soon, don't you think?"

I took a bite from my fish that was now only lukewarm. My eyes flew to the window, snowflakes falling from the sky outside.

"Was all to your pleasure?" the waiter asked soon after, taking our empty plates away.

"Yes, thank you, it was very delicious," I said with a smile and squeezed Garrett's hand across the table. "We'd like to come back some time."

"It would be a pleasure." The waiter smiled. "I wish you a nice rest of your evening, and all the best for your future!"

"Thank you!" Garrett and I said at the same time and then laughed. He paid the bill, then helped me into my coat, and together we left the restaurant. Outside the snow had turned everything into a winter wonderland and we walked through the soft white mass to Garrett's car.

"You know what I'll do when we're home?" I asked, sitting down on the passenger's seat.

"What?" He threw me a side look.

"I'll fire the fireplace and sit on the couch, wrapped in a warm blanket and reading my book."

Garrett made a face. "And what about me? No." He shook his head. "The idea with the fireplace and the blanket is quite nice, but let's keep the book out." He leaned in and kissed my neck. "I thought it'd be way more romantic if we undress and then love each other under the warm blanket," he whispered into my ear.

"Yeah, much better," I mumbled and turned my head so our lips met. "What are we waiting for then?"

Garrett started the car and we drove off. The streets had turned slippery by the freshly fallen snow and you couldn't drive any faster than walking pace. Impatiently, Garret's fingers drummed against the steering wheel.

"Don't be that impatient," I rebuked my future husband.

"I wanna go home to finally be alone with you," he said, sighing. "I've been anticipating that the entire evening."

I took his hand and smiled at him from aside. "We'll have the rest of our life for that…" Bright light suddenly blinded me, so I moved my head ahead out of reflex. Garrett screamed and threw himself over me, the blinding lights coming closer and closer. The last thing I heard was a noise of cracking and bending metal, before all around me turned black.