Annabel holds the ring up to the light. Rays filter through the diamond, causing it to sparkle like water at sunrise.

“So,” the words escape my lips, “What do you say?”

She looks at me, trembling. Her eyes well up with tears and a smile forms on her lips. I have my answer. My eyes fill with tears as well, as we share an embrace.

We leave the restaurant hand in hand, a little tipsy from the sangria and the euphoria of the future. The stars shine their blessings down upon us and forms an audience as I decide to perform an impromptu serenade for my love. It’s a beautiful Spanish song, about love, commitment, and eternity.

Two more stars appear on the horizon, rising like moons, and I swear I hear the trumpets of angels. Annabel says something, but I can’t hear as I profess my joy in song.

Only too late do I notice the stars’ approach, and realize that what I heard were not the trumpeting of the Host, but the horns of the truck…