The Proposal

On June 9th 2013, I was laid sunbathing around the luxurious pool of on of the Palm Jumeirah's five star hotels, with a book in hand, a cocktail to my side and sunglasses making their white marks on my face. Throughout the entire day I barely moved; only to take a dip now and again in the pool and use the facilities. Drinks were brought to both David and I, food was brought too. It was a glorious, lazy day at the beginning of Dubai's summer.

So why, if so relaxing it was, did David continue to get up every half an hour or so to "pop to the loo", I thought? Perhaps the Lebanese food from the night before hadn't agreed with his system.

Of course, how wrong was I! Instead, he'd been running back and forth from the hotel reception, to our hotel room and back to the pool area in an effortless style that did not give the game away.

Around 6pm that evening, while David was impatiently waiting for me to finish styling her hair, he'd hurried me out onto the balcony. The door bell rang, and then he appeared at the door with a silver tray and cover. Little did I know that they was a ring underneath the lid! The above picture is the view from our balcony on the day we became engaged.

Rebecca