The Proposal

MY HEART WILL GO ON

Jerome's POV

"Waiter?" Cindy called out for assistance. "Yes ma'am" The polite waiter answered. "I would like to have the steak ta-ta" She told him. "Will do ma'am. And you, Sir?" He asked me. "I will have what she's having" I smiled at the beautiful seamstress in front of me and she smiled back. "What's the special occasion?" She finally asked me. "What?" I asked as if I was ignorant. "Why bring me to a 5-star eatery?" She asked in her sexy French accent. "Don't you deserve it?" I smirked spitefully being vague. "Oh yes I do. But I..." She was cut off by the same waiter. "May I interest you with a complimentary champagne?" He asked formally. "Why, thank you" She thanked him as he poured out the champagne but handed it to me. "Where's mine?" She asked. "Yours is on its way" The waiter answered but winked at me. Few seconds later a waitress headed over to our table with three musicians following behind with their violins playing a mild sweet tune. "Thank you" Cindy took the spectacular glass of Char dine' wine and the bottle. "What kind of restaurant is this? They are so generous." She was still oblivious of what was taking place. She turned the glass at her lips then the object hit her lips lightly. She winced. She gawked at the diamond ring in the bottom of the glass. She screamed and stood up as if it was an insect in her glass. Just then I went to her seat and knelt down holding her left hand. "Cindy..." I was ready to propose to the love of my life. "Oh my God! Yes, Jerome! I will marry you!" She screamed aloud again. The musicians started playing again and I stood up and placed the ring on her finger. The dinner guests and staff applauded our engagement. She dragged me in for a kiss then we started dancing. It went exactly as planned. I knew one astonishing girl that would never allow anything to go as planned. I smiled to myself remembering my first love. She was so different. I almost commit suicide after my failure proposal. I loved her spirit. She was intensely unpredictable. Unfortunately, we split up after she left my apartment with her father. I haven't heard from nor seen her in five years. She must be married now and an accountant with twins since that's all she wanted. I was just a stepping stone. I eventually got over her. I am now engaged with a legally 25 year-old, blue-eyed blonde. She is not too fat nor too slim. She is perfect. Like the supreme model she is. She is the top Victoria secret model in New York and I am the famous billionaire entrepreneur in all of United States. I own and manage over thousands of multinational companies started by my dad. When he died, he wrote in his will that I assume management of all his ventures. And that's all I've been up to. Not a father nor husband but New York's biggest, richest player. Until now.

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