*Kylian and I had been together for three years. Our relationship had been public from the very beginning, and thankfully, both of our families had been completely supportive of us. Our relationship was practically perfect. I could honestly say that I had everything a girl could ever dream of right in the palm of my hand. Kylian was an incredible man.

And me, GuestI had beautiful, thick, fluffy curly hair and a slim, London-model kind of figure. Kylian and I had first met at a fashion event through my work. Neither of us ever expected that we’d become so close, let alone fall in love and start a relationship. Eventually, I even moved to France with him because of Kylian and his football career.

Tonight was special too. November 26th, Kylian’s birthday.

I’d spent so much time trying to plan something special for him, but he kept stopping me and wouldn’t let me arrange anything. I had no idea why.

Instead of letting me surprise him, Kylian decided that we should spend the evening together, having dinner at the top of the Eiffel Tower while the cold November air surrounded us and snow fell softly around Paris.

I agreed, of course, and put on the prettiest dress I owned.

But what I didn’t know was that tonight… Kylian had something completely different planned.

He was going to propose to me.

And he wanted to take his time, letting everything unfold slowly and naturally, one moment at a time.*