For several months, I would go to my jeweler and "visit " my dream engagement ring. Each time I entered the store, the sales lady Taraneh would bring out my ring, smile and watch as I tried it on. She eventually gave me a card that detailed the style number and designer information. One day, my fiancé and I were joking around, and I tossed the card at him and told him that if he ever wanted to propose, I had found the perfect setting and diamond. He just laughed it off, and we never talked about it again.
Almost a year went by when one day, as I had done each month before, I went again to "visit " my ring. To my horrible dismay, it was not in the case. I was shocked and thought that maybe Taraneh had taken it out to be cleaned. When she finally saw me, I asked about the ring, and she told me that it had unfortunately been sold. She began to apologize profusely as I fought back tears, literally! How could she have sold my ring?
She told me that the gentleman that had purchased the ring was going to come in that day and that she still had it in the back and would let me try it on one last time. She returned with the ring and black velvet swatch with a 2.48 carat diamond that was absolutely beautiful, just sparkling! I told her that the ring and diamond were simply amazing and that whoever was going to receive them was a very lucky lady, in fact, the luckiest lady in the world. Taraneh smiled and said, "Yes, she is. " I gave the ring back and Taraneh assured me that when my boyfriend and I were ready, she would contact the designer and order the same ring and give it to us for the same price. I left devastated, and I got in my car and cried as I dialed my boyfriend's cell phone. I told him that Taraneh had sold my ring. He responded in a confused manner because he didn't know what ring I was talking about. I then reminded him of the ring and the card I had given him a while ago, and he responded, "Don't worry babe, when we are ready, I am sure that we will be able to find you one you'll like just as much. " I was furious and immediately told him I had to go! I could not believe that he was so nonchalant about my distress.
Two months later, after a weekend getaway, dinner and a long walk along the pier, I got the surprise of a lifetime. After dinner, I wanted to go to the car because although it was beautiful outside, I was wearing a cocktail dress, and it was very cold. My boyfriend promised the walk wouldn't be long and that we would return to the room soon. As we walked, he began telling me how special I was to him. I kept complaining about the cold, and he kept telling me how much he loved me. We sat down, and I again asked to go to the room. After all, sitting down made me even colder because of the breeze. He then knelt down in front of me, and I thought he was doing it to block the breeze that was causing me to freeze. But then it finally hit me, it was really happening! I don't remember much of what he said because I began to hyperventilate and cry! I do remember him asking me if I would make him the happiest man in the world and spend the rest of my life with him! I was so excited that I grabbed and hugged him. I remember him asking me if that was a yes. I nodded and then felt something on my hand. I remember pulling my hand back as I said, "Oh my God " over and over again! "My ring! " I exclaimed. I could not believe it. Taraneh was right; I was the luckiest girl in the world!