She is going to be shocked when she finds out that he loves her. She is literally going to be overwhelmed when she discovers that he has bought her the diamond ring, hidden it in his underwear drawer, and has been dyng with excitement on waiting for the very right moment. What she doesn’t know is that he just suffered through a fatal car accident while trying to make it do their reservation. It’s all beacause her played-out nokia died.

“Daphine, don’t forget to charge that old cinderblock phone or I won’t be able to call you!” She replayed it through her head about the many times Steve would lovingly remind her to charge it. She would joke about how her phone is a energy machine and then sulk the remainder of the day once it dies. It’s bad enough work was scary, and I don’t mean scary. Today couldn’t have been any other day in the office. Now, it’s raining and she can’t seem to figure out how her new umbrella broke. It couldn’t have been that windy? But, she managed to scrap a smile on her face because she is confident this is the night. Her friends don’t specifically know what “night” she refers to but she does. She has got the best dress in her closet just waiting to be worn and maybe even ripped off later tonight. Not trying to count her blessings but she can feel it in her bones that he will most definitely propose.

Or, possibly tomorrow.

Very soon she is sure.

She frantically screams for a taxi and knows she is late. Soaked in mother nature’s tears head to toe and still can’t surpass the excitement. People just don’t plan dinner reseravations unless for:

• family get togethers
• family deaths
• job promotions
• someone turning gay
• someone is getting dumped (usually)

She didn’t want to dwell on the last one simply because after 5 years, she better get a ring. She would kill Steve if it wasn’t any other way.

Trashed the place to come out stunning. Head to toe in new designers, top to bottom in anything sexy and girly she could afford. Tonight was for celebrating so she had to bring out the lace underwear. Just as she leaves for the door, the phone rings. Its her mom?

“Don’t tell me someone died,” as she politely says her “hi”s” and trying to hurry and say “bye.” The voice in her mom’s tone didn’t sound good.