My fiancé and I had already picked out a ring and ordered it. I knew when he had it, but I did not know when or where he was going to propose.
One day I went to his house to spend some time together. He was talking on the phone with his brother, and I went to his bedroom to set my purse down. I saw a book on his bed that I had wanted to read badly. So I picked up the book, and I felt something inside of it. I opened it up, and there was the ring.
He looked at me right and he hung up on his brother. He told me that he had wanted to me to read the book until I got the ring; instead, I already knew it was there. He took the ring out and asked me to make him the happiest man in the world. That is how I accidently got engaged.