Plan A – Tahoe Kyle planned a weekend trip to Tahoe. Friday morning we left early to drop the dogs off at his parents’ house, then headed up the mountain. We got to Tahoe around 9am, had breakfast, checked in, went for a hike, and wandered around town. The whole time, I (Jewell) was trying to plan out the evening. Kyle kept saying, “Let’s just go with the flow.” Now… anyone who knows me knows I only “go with the flow” if there’s a schedule involved. What I didn’t know was that two of our closest friends were secretly on their way to Tahoe too. Around 4pm, we were on our way to a couples massage when we got a call — the dogs had gotten into a fight. We immediately turned around and headed back to the hotel. Behind the scenes, Kyle was texting Tam and Jeremy: “Abort mission. We have to leave.” They tried to throw together a quick Plan B, but I was already in comfy workout clothes and fully in “let’s just go home” mode. On the drive home, Tam texted me asking if we wanted to get brunch on Saturday. I thought the timing was a little suspicious… but I brushed it off. We got home around 9pm, exhausted and completely unaware that the proposal had just barely been postponed. ⸻ Plan B – The Next Morning Saturday morning rolls around. It’s 100 degrees outside and I do not want to leave the house. I throw on a comfy dress. Meanwhile, Kyle walks out in jeans, boots, a nice shirt… hair done. I look at myself in the mirror and say, “Am I getting engaged??” I immediately throw on my lashes. Just in case. We head downtown for brunch. Of course, Comic-Con is happening, so there are people everywhere. Total chaos. We get to the restaurant across from the rose garden. Brunch finishes, and Jeremy casually says, “Hey, let’s go take pictures at the rose garden with G.” Suspicious. My heart drops. We start walking over. I’m not fully paying attention to where we’re going (and I can’t see very far without my glasses), so when we get close to the gazebo, I assume someone from Comic-Con is doing some dramatic performance inside. Until Tamara grabs my purse… and Kyle starts pulling me toward the gazebo. That’s when I black out. I start screaming. Full screaming. And the only thing I can get out is: “I KNEW IT. YOU PUT PANTS ON.” Kyle gets down on one knee. I’m still screaming. And of course… I said yes. 💍✨