Brett and I have been friends since 2001. We both went to the same college, although he had graduated long before I did. Over the years, many of our friends have gotten married, and through the many shared occasions, we remained friends. I ended up moving four blocks away from him, and after living there for a year, we finally met up one night. A year and half later, here we are, getting married.
Brett decided that an upcoming trip I had to visit a friend in London would be the perfect time to surprise me. He got in touch with her through my boss, asked my father's permission and found the perfect ring. He pretended to be visiting his family in Buffalo while I was in London. Instead, he was on an overnight flight to London, planning to meet me on Sunday morning. My friend told me we were meeting one of her friends for breakfast. Little did I know that the friend she mentioned was actually my soon-to-be fiancé Brett.
She brought me to the angel statue, known as Cupid, in Piccadilly Circus. As I walked up the stairs, he came around the corner and got on his knee. I was shocked! Once I could catch my breath, I of course said yes. We went to breakfast to celebrate and walked around London. Four hours later, he left to fly back home. I was devastated, but he didn't want to take away from my trip with my friend. He surprised me again with a print of a 1950's scene of Piccadilly Circus called "Piccadilly Proposal " by Roy Putt. Now, we couldn't be more excited to plan our dream wedding.