When Cameron told me he was whisking his girl to NYC to propose in front of the Degas ballerina at the Met, he meant it. We spoke for days about how it would go down. Cameron thought would be quick and dirty, or would it? They arrived at Elizabeth’s favorite sculpture. I had perched myself like a tourist on a bench. I was in the perfect position to lay in wait.
After she said yes, he slipped the fiery orb on her finger. We all strolled the Met together, snapping away at points of interest, enjoying the afternoon and taking it all in. Cameron even shared he bought the ring on his birthday, which tells you what kind of guy he is; sweet, kind, thinking of others. A planner. Finally, we dipped into a corner café (1000 Madison Ave) for their first engaged espresso together.
“He was acting really weird but I had no idea why.” Liz smiled. “I never saw it coming.”