Naturally, she was suspicious of the proposal happening at our spot, on our day and I, of course, would not disappoint—well, except for uncertainty regarding the one wish I had not yet shared and which would soon be in the open: instead of a traditional tux, I would wear my grandfather’s blazer of brilliant brocatel—pretty much a technicolour dreamcoat—as a tribute to how she had both textured and coloured my life for the better. Hope still held that she would approve both asks, but it would be okay if she wanted to sit on them for a while—because I knew she always sought me when she needed company or a smile. ; )