Despite there being a few hundred of us, I knew that they would interview me. I'd planned what to wear, that to look like and where to sit to make sur... the director and Ken would notice me. The director and the coffee woman both came over to talk to me, asking me about the protest while the camera was setting up. They told me that the interview would be going live then tried to reassure me about what was going to happen. They didn't even know what was going to happen.Ken came over to me and. About one o'clock. I suggested that we go out for lunch.Belinda smiled and said that she knew exactly what shewanted to eat, but I told her we had time for that later.After we went to my apartment so I could change, we went tothis small restaurant Belinda knew. We had lunch and talkedabout nothing much at all, just enjoying each other'scompany.We went back to my apartment and I packed up some dressesand other clothes I knew would fit Belinda. She didn't wantto take them, but I explained that I. Then I called her and asked her to open the back door, I could climb the fence and reach her backyard. After some usual “nakhras” she agreed.I was too excited and a bit frightened too as someone may see me, but somehow gathered the courage and entered her house. I had asked her to wear a Saree as I found it to be the sexiest dress in the whole world. She luckily wore a black saree (my favourite). She was looking absolutely stunning. She did some make up and was wearing red lipstick. I felt like. I was certain about all sorts of things about which I have no certainty now.”“Even so. He proposed. Even with James’s verbosity, that takes only a few minutes. Acceptance takes less. You were in that maze for an awfully long time.”“To be precise,” James said, “I only propose in libraries. I hadn’t repeated that proposal in the dances or the maze. I did press my suit. We were in a maze, after all, we had to get to the center; we had to get back out. And, having become engaged, there needed to be.