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Viktoria's Engagement Story

The Scene: I'm at a chi-chi hotel in South Beach, Florida. A cool sea breeze flutters through the sheer floor-to-ceiling curtains. It almost keeps tempo with the classical music in the background. Votive candles and rose petals cover the floor, some are strewn along the zen-like bed, some left floating in the bubble bath. Three huge bouquets peer colorfully about their surroundings. Bubble bath perfume wafts through the room. I'm sitting on the end of the bed with a tray of caviar on a small side table in front of me. Alan is on one knee. He's trying to engage me to open the ring box. Before we know it, he's slipping the most unbelievably beautiful diamond onto my finger.

As a child, I always knew life and marriage and all that stuff would be easy. But there have been times in later years when I was convinced I was never going to be married at all. With Alan, deciding on "marriage and all that stuff" was as easy as being a kid again.

I met Alan at Caroline's 30th birthday party. He was introduced to me by Karina as the "really nice" guy who lived on the other side of the country. Just goes to show that you never can tell about these kinds of things. On our first date, I realize he's funnier and cuter than I expected. A pure heart and a quick mind. He listens, and actually discovers parts of me that I didn't even know existed. In some cases, they really don't (like the Russian accent). And for some off-the-wall reason, he doesn't think my habit of saving outdated reading materials, or losing just about everything not physically attached to my person is really all that weird.

A few weeks and cross-country dates later, and I realize: I love him.

And that's how I got here. Looking into his big, blue eyes, with reflections of me and only me. I only need to be prodded once to say yes. Yes, yes, yes.

The next day, we eat, we drink, we walk around the hotel and the main drag. We smile a lot. Kiss a lot. Hold hands a lot. We're engaged. Nothing else matters.

And then, the planning begins . . .

Read Alan's Engagement Story