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Unknown to me, Ian flew into town on Tuesday night from California. While his sister and my roommate were creating a romantic setting downstairs, I was shopping with my sister who called and suddenly "needed" help shopping for her own wedding dress. On returning home from the shopping excursion, I went upstairs to talk with Ian over Skype as we usually do. He asked me to go downstairs and get something out of his bag for an application. I had been storing his things in my basement for the week until he could move into a new apartment the following weekend. When I arrived downstairs, I found a trail of roses into the room. Ian was waiting around the corner on his knees (yes both knees) ready to pop the question. After getting over the shock of seeing Ian during the week, I said yes!
