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The One Moment
She looked to see him bend down on a single knee as he slowly pulled me out of
his breast pocket. He dressed me in a black, velvet box from Zales Jewelers. They were
in the most romantic city in the world. The waiter set them in the middle of the very old,
very intimate, parisian restaurant. The walls had a gold wallpaper the was almost so
lustrous that it could compete with the sun. A pattern of red velvet drapes that were as
red as a brand new lipstick were plastered against the wall.Prior to this moment, I had
been polished and shined in preparation for my new owner. The violins in the
background started to play a sweet, simple serenade that danced around the room. One
of my facets reflected off a light and colored her face with cherry red, lemon yellow, a
silver-white, and ocean blue. Her face was awestruck. Her eyes were an ocean blue
and she was wearing a Chanel lipstick that was bright red like the drapes on the walls.
She threw her hand at the young man as he motioned for her to bring it near. He half-
sputtered out the words he had wanted to say for a while. He had been waiting for two
months for the perfect moment.
He took his shaky, sweaty hand and smoothly slipped me on to her slim, chilly left
ring finger. A sudden tear fell a top my white-gold appendage. Then another a top my
shiny diamond. The moment I was slipped on, she let out a loud, jovial laugh along with
her devotional tears. She was speechless. As was he. The young woman threw her
arms in the air as if she was a mad woman on the loose and then she threw them
around his neck. The entire restaurant erupted with clapping and cheering as if they
were at the Superbowl and their favorite team had just won.
A bottle was delivered to the young couple’s table by a Sous Chef.
“Congratulations” was printed on the bowling pin shaped bottle. The young man popped
it open and poured out a magnificent river into two crystal champagne glasses along
with the over flowing of white bubbles. The liquid was very opaque and bubbly. The
couple toasted to and spoke the words “To Marriage”. At that moment, I realized I was
the key to both their hearts. I am the symbol of the love, adoration, and happiness they
share. I now hold their love together forever.