See, who needs Valentine's Day when I such a sweet girl all year around? Hope you're ready for tonight. I got reservations at some place I think you'll love in London. Eight forty-five was the earliest I could get a table. I guess I was supposed to make them six months ago. Hope that's not too bad? I can drop of a sandwich so you're not starving by the time I pick you up? Anyway. I wanted to wait to give you your present tonight, but I thought maybe you'd want to wear them. Maybe. Rachel's choice. It's your day after all!
Love you,
Ernie.
(Enclosed is a medium sized box (to throw her off!) containing a pair of pretty earrings with a note that says "I think I got your birthstone right....one day I'll be able to afford to get you the real thing. Hope you like them.")