If you're here you most likely know this story, and know that the stars had to align this night for Drake and I to be in the same place. Had this tall, handsome man not told me my beer was terrible, bought me a new one so I could taste the magic that was Moonshine Beach's in house brewing, and asked me out for chicken nuggets and mozzarella sticks, we wouldn't be here struggling to write the story out for all of you. It's rare you find something or someone that feels so special from the beginning, but little did I know we had met our life partners on a random Tuesday in a country bar. That certainly seems like fate to me.

Drake and I got the chance to go on a trip of a lifetime, and like any woman who is with the man they know they will marry one day... I had sat Drake down and told him "Honey, I respect your timeline. BUT, because this trip may be the only one like this we will take, I need you to tell me you won't propose." I know that might sound silly, but we had been together for over 4 years, and I wanted to make sure Drake knew I respected him and his choice to propose when ready. Little did I know when I sat down and asked him this, he had PICKED UP MY RING THE DAY BEFORE. So, like any good man who already knew he had to lie, he claps his hand on my shoulder looks into my eyes and says, "Baby... I am not going to propose to you." Okay cool, I was bummed but now I could enjoy our trip and not expect that that oh so important question may happen. We fly to Paris and a whirlwind of new culture and experience envelops us. However, Drake keeps making jokes like "you should try on that ring and send a photo to your mom". LIKE, NO, DUDE. Come Christmas Day, we were starting to get sick from the mold in our flat, my phone had been stolen on the metro, but we were still in high spirits. We head to the Christmas market, I buy a new beret, and look at some jewelry. Drake smiles down on me and says, "I'll buy you some jewelry for Christmas." and proceeds to buy me a necklace and earrings. He then cracks the "it's amazing what a little hardware can do, huh?". I smile back at him happy as a clam. I am with my love, on Christmas Day, in Paris, nothing could make this better. (So I thought). We all head off to do all the Parisian stuff we had planned for the day. Baguettes, cookies, cappuccinos, and a bottle of champagne acquired, we make it to the Champ de Mars. Everyone starts to take their photos of the Eiffel Tower when Drake says, "Okay our turn!" we go over and smile, turn around to face the Tower and I can feel Drake messing around in his pocket, then he turns to me and says, "One more" and drops to his knee asking, "Will you marry me?". SWOON. Any normal person when posed with this question would say yes, not me, I grab the box out of his hand and yell, "YOU TOLD ME YOU WERENT GOING TO PROPOSE", Drake laughs and yells back, "I LIED", many yesses and kisses later we turn back to the family and the champagne pops. Finally, I get to marry my best friend in the world. What a lucky duo we are.