Alice had been pacing on the top floor of the restaurant for at least a solid ten minutes. A waiter came to let her know that Frank was coming and she hurried to readjust and inspect herself.
She knew this wasn't common or proper, but Alice seemed to be notorious for that. She was wearing a top hat and a tie and cummerbund over a beautiful black dress that bloomed at the floor. "Do I look okay?" she asked to no one in particular and got no answer. She played with a curl until she saw him.
He looked handsome, as always. Alice knew she should wait for after dinner...but she couldn't. Flower petals were falling from above and she felt one land on her nose and she smiled.
"Hi Frank," she whispered, letting him take in the sight of her.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes so as not to lose her nerve.
"Frank, we've known each other for awhile," she began. "I remember wishing in school that you knew my name, then thrilled to discover you secretly did. I remember a select few times that I got you in trouble, and later following you into the Academy. You weren't my first boyfriend, but I always hoped you'd be my last."
"I know I'm pushy and I get upset a lot. I know I'm childish and I can't cook. I know that I'm stubborn and that I make you frustrated sometimes. I know I'm demanding and I don't listen and I know you hate that I insist on working in the same field as you. I know you want me safe and that I fight against it. You know I don't like your mother, and that my mother makes snide comments whenever you come over. And I'm sorry. I know that we aren't where we are supposed to be. And I see the glances you give me sometimes when you think I'm not looking and they look so sad. I know Neville caught you off guard and I never stopped to help you through it. I know that one time I got so angry at you for something stupid and you apologized but I still said I was going to the Ball with one of the other students anyway. But all this time, you are the only person I have ever loved. All through school, teachers debated whether or not I was smart, witty, bright, whether I deserved to be Head Girl, whether I could be number one, an auror, a great witch...but one thing they never argue about was whether or not I had ambition. I have always known what I wanted from life. And I know this isn't proper or right, but I know what I want. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And I really want to go back home with you tonight, and in a few months I really want to walk down an aisle towards you smiling at me with all our friends standing around. But if you don't want what I want or you aren't ready right now, we can sit down, eat dinner, and forget this...."
"But Frank, I want to marry you."
Her tough, confident, take-it-or-leave-it demeanor was only weakened by a slight tearing of her eyes as she poured her heart out, her fingers nervously picking at her nails and scratching the tips of flesh.