Nando and I had talked about marriage and knew without a shadow of a doubt we were going to get married. It really only came down to the guessing game of when was he going to pop the question. Every time we went out to a nice dinner I thought to myself, “This is it, he’s going to do it, he’s proposing tonight!” Then dinner would progress, dessert would come and go, the bill would be paid and I would leave without a beautiful ring on my finger.

This type of guessing game went on for about a month until one day I finally had enough of myself! I decided there would be no more of the “when is he going to propose” guessing game; it would happen when it happened and that was that! ...............................