four-carat pear-shaped diamond ring. “Monica I want to spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you. Will you please do me the honor of being my wife?” Monica was so emotional that she was unable to speak; she could only nod her head. Marco placed the ring on Monica’s finger. “Yes, yes baby, yes I will marry you.” She lifted her hand to admire the beautiful sparkling diamond. Marco looked into her eyes as he stood and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. She began to feverishly place kisses all over his lips and cheeks. He tightened his embrace and lifted her off her feet.
Unbeknownst to them, half of the restaurant watched the proposal unfold and erupted into cheers as they heard her say yes. Monica smiled and laid her face in the crook of Marco’s neck, a little embarrassed from all the attention. Marco was unashamed of his affection for his woman as he held her close until she regained her composure and lifted her head. He kissed her lightly on a forehead then her lips before releasing her so that she was able to sit back in her seat. “Baby this is so amazingly unexpected.” He reached for the hand that was newly adorned with the ring. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it softly. “Not for me Mo, I know how I feel about you and I was hoping that it was reciprocated.” Monica gave him an ‘are you serious’ look. “Baby I’ve been in love with you since the first time you kissed me and you sent all of my senses off balance.” She paused before continuing. “I have a really bad track record with men and did not want to jinx us.” “You could never jinx us baby, and now that you said yes, you’re stuck with me for life.” He really wanted to be alone with her. “Are you ready to leave?” Marco asked as he stood. Monica nodded as she followed his lead and also stood to leave. Most of the patrons’ eyes were on the beautiful interracial couple that was walking out of the restaurant. Marco placed his hand at the base of Monica’s back as they walked out.
Kiyomi Sato, Vice President of International Affairs, from the Takahashi Corporation, was also in the same restaurant and watched the entire proposal unfold. Kiyomi made sure she hid her appearance from Monica. She didn’t want to meet Monica until right before her presentation on the next day. Kiyomi sat at her private table with Jun as he continued on about his father and how he hated that he was always trying to control his life. At some point she totally tuned him out and thought about the love of her life, Takeo. She admired and envied the love that the couple that just walked out had. She lived for the one day that she and Takeo could walk in public as a couple. “We should get married,” is what she thought she heard Jun say as she redirected her attention to him.
“What did you just say?”
“I said we should get married, and then father would be unable to control either one of us.”
Surprised at the absurd proposal he was making, she looked into his eyes waiting for the punch line of the joke. When none was to come, she realized that he was serious. “Jun, are you serious? You are actually sitting here asking me to marry you. We have nothing in common, not to mention I’m not even your type.”
“Oh yeah, and what is my type?”
“Not somebody who looks like me and besides, you’re like a brother to me.” In frustration she took another sip of her water. “What are you thinking? Getting married is not a solution to dealing with your father’s controlling behavior.” She paused as she tried to lighten her tone. “You need to stand up to him and be your own man.”
“That’s easier said than done Ki, you know how he is, he wants it his way and his way only.”
“Jun you are 35 years old and you need to be your own man and stand up for what you want.” Kiyomi knew her words were
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Jessica Fletcher, Donald Bain