Mum was ill for the next four days, but she felt better on Friday. When I woke up on Friday, I found my mum and Amanda at the dining table with a big, chunky folder. They were going 'Ooh' and 'Ahh' at every page. I pulled a confused face as my dad approached me near the stairs. 'They're looking at wedding dresses' whispered my dad. I understood now. But she hasn't even said yes yet, how could we prepare for it if it hasn't even been confirmed yet? I awkwardly sat down on a chair next to Amanda, still 'oohing' and 'ahhing', I couldn't help but laughing. It was hilarious seeing her like this. But not as hilarious as her hangovers.
I wasn't really paying attention to the dresses. I was thinking about the proposal. Maybe I'll hide it in her favourite shoes. No, that's a terrible idea. Just do it at Antonio's Italian place? It seemed like the most romantic. Getting a ring in a shoe isn't really romantic. I stared off into the distance thinking of all the possible reactions. Then I just started thinking of Minx. When we first met. I never told her what I was running from. I didn't know anymore. It was all just a blur before I met her. Our first kiss, God that was awkward as hell. I bit my lip and looked down at my locket. Hugging in public. That was a big one for us.
I must of been daydreaming for a while, because by the time Amanda poked me and got me out of my daydreaming, it was midday.
