We had agreed to it beforehand. In the contract we had specified that the engagement take place no later than two months after our first date. It had been seven weeks and three days since our first outing at The Vine. The past few weeks had gone extremely well. Rob had been the perfect boyfriend. People who were skeptical about our relationship were now finally coming around and believing that we were the real deal. We'd even been dubbed "Romilia". It was such a stupid name and I cringed every time I heard it, but Charlotte and Arnie had been really pleased. "That just means you two are actually a thing now," Arnie had explained. I didn't ask him to clarify. Rob had found our moniker highly amusing. In fact he couldn't stop laughing about it. "This is just too rich! I have to send this to my mother," he said, wiping the tears from the corner of his eye. Speaking of his mother, I had yet to meet the woman. I felt a little bad about it. Since signing the contracts, we had been solely focusing on my needs and requirements.
