So we’d stayed engaged and postponed the actual marriage. I told him I could wait forever for him, which was true. He said he didn’t want to wait but he left it up to me. And here we were, waiting.
Besides, it would have been impossible to plan a wedding. At first, I was studying at New York Studio School and Dale and Black Diamond were recording their first album. Even after I’d graduated from the Studio School’s one-year program and got a job, I didn’t make a lot of money—thankfully John was so sweet and generous, he said we could live there forever, although I still liked to contribute—and Dale was now preparing with Black Diamond to go out on their first road tour as the opening act for Dark Wing. I knew we’d get married eventually. I just didn’t know when.
Dale handed me a champagne flute and I sipped it, the bubbles tickling my nose as I looked around the room. A glorious stay, indeed. There was a living area with a couch and television, all of it richly furnished. There was a small kitchenette too. To the right there was a bedroom with a huge mahogany canopy bed, if I remembered correctly.
“A girl could get used to this.” I smiled at him over my glass.
“I hope so.” He put down his glass, holding his hand out to me. I gave it to him and he pulled me to standing, gathering me in his arms. “I want to spoil you. I want to give you everything you’ve ever wanted in your whole life. I want to give you so much, you won’t even be able to answer when someone asks you what you want because you’ll already have it all.”
“Oh Dale.” I lifted my face to meet his eyes, feeling tears stinging mine and I blinked them back. “I already have everything I want. Everything I could ever want. I have you.”
“You’re my best thing too,” he breathed, leaning down to kiss me. It was like putting the key in and starting the engine to a soft purring muscle car. I felt a low rumble and that sweet anticipation before the car moves into gear. That gentle hum of just beginning, before the race even started, was the sweetest moment in the world.
“Take me to bed,” I murmured.
“Hang on.” Dale grabbed me around the waist, lifting me, and I clasped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, as he carried me into the other room. I glanced at the bed in the dimness, expecting him to put me on it, but instead he paused just inside the door, reaching for the light switch.
The giant king-sized mahogany bed had a beautifully draped, cream colored canopy. The coverlet matched, a shiny satin or silk covering soft down. Dale let me slowly down and I squinted at the bed, not quite sure of what I was seeing. There was something on the bed, all over the bed—and it was red. My first crazy thought was blood! But no. That was silly, Of course it was rose petals. Red rose petals all over the bed.
I glanced at Dale, smiling, bemused.
“Go look.”
I took a step closer, then another, realizing they weren’t rose petals after all.
“There’s a stool at the side of the bed,” he said from the doorway.
I looked back at him leaning against it, my heart skipping at the delicious sight, shirt now unbuttoned and untucked, dress pants drawn low with his hands in his pockets, his belt, that studded belt, so damned sexy.
“Stand on it and look down.”
“What?” I wrinkled my nose, confused, but I did what he asked, getting up onto the wooden stool and looking down at what I had first thought might be blood or rose petals, but were neither.
They were Skittles. Just the red ones. And they spelled out:
Sara Will You Marry Me?
I couldn’t hold back the tears then, remembering the first time I met Dale, when he’d sauntered into my chemistry class, larger than life. He could have sat anywhere, but he’d picked me. I was so embarrassed when my stomach started to growl in front of the cute new guy. I wanted to disappear. But he heard it—I think the whole class heard it—and instead of making fun of me, he’d offered me some of his Skittles.
Looking down at the bed, I could see him in my memory, that dark mop of hair that always fell over one eye, wearing all black, including his combat boots, and that sexy, studded belt. Had I fallen instantly in love? Maybe I had, but if I had, it sure took me long enough to realize it. But I think Dale knew then. I don’t know how it could be possible, but when he picked me to sit with that day, he really picked me.
“Do you remember?” Dale’s voice, closer.
I nodded, not trusting my voice, not turning around. How could I forget? We’d gotten in so much trouble that day for writing back and forth on Mr. Woodall’s desk. He made us stay and clean them. It was all Dale’s fault and he knew it. We didn’t have much time left in class when Mr. Woodall caught us, but in that brief time, Dale had reached into his Skittles bag, lining up all the red ones and then making a peace offering.
A red heart made out of Skittles.
“Sara?”
I sniffed, wiping at my eyes with the back of my hands, seeing them smeared with mascara, ready to tell him, of course I didn’t forget, how could I possibly forget? Every minute I’d ever spent with or even without him since the day he walked into my life had been about him. I lived and breathed Dale Diamond and would until the day I died.
I stepped off the stool and turned around to find him down on one knee holding a little blue box.
“Oh my God.” I really thought I might faint. I met his eyes, confused. “But… you already…”
I looked down at my left hand where I wore the ring he’d given me the day Black Diamond won MTV’s Battle of the Bands. He’d proposed on one knee, in front of a stadium full of people, giving me this engagement ring. But at the time, Dale didn’t have much money. He’d begged and borrowed to pay for our first night at the Waldorf Astoria, but I didn’t want to ask what he’d had to do to buy my engagement ring. It was a small solitaire—just a quarter carat—but I loved it because it was from Dale.